Tekstovi: Rotting Christ. Sleep Of The Angels. After Dark I Feel.

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IT'S ALL THE SAME
SO DULL SO PLAIN
I NEED THE SPARK THE FLAME
TO DRAG ME OUT MY INSANE, OF MY INSANE

ONLY YOU AND ME
FACE TO FATE
COME AND LEAD ME
TO ANOTHER PLACE

A CIRCLE IS MY MIND
A TRIANGLE IS MY SOUL
I MOVE ONLY BEHIND
I MUST BE REBORN AS A WHOLE

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ONLY YOU AND ME
FACE TO FACE
COME AND LEAD ME
TO ANOTHER PLACE
WHERE I CAN TASTE
THE BLACK OF PURITY
NOTHING MORE
NOTHING LESS
ESCAPE OR SEEK A CARESS
AFTER DARK I FEEL
I SMELL THE PAIN
I REVIVE AND HEAL
AND THIS IS MY GAIN

IT CALLS ME NEAR YOU
SOME COSMIC WILL
I WANT TO HOLD YOU
THE LUST TO FEEL

IT'S ALL THE SAME
SO DULL, SO PLAIN
I NEED THE SPARK, THE FLAME
TO DRAG ME OUT OF MY INSANE, OF MY INSANE

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