I have never said no when you started saying yes to me.
Now I deny you.
I deny your share of me, your voice that claim and your lack of reason.
I refuse you the future.
The power of the flesh chases me to the corners of oblivion.
Who's the one who must know when the restless silence will bring peace?
I long for smothering you in dust.
I long for smothering you in dust.
While this breath surronds my neck, until my heart is my own, I shall dry you to death.
But, I must say, if you succeed to rise up to a meaningfull state of life,
Only come for me if the certain is I can sail the seafaring happines
of a life with meaning.
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