We are sinful Cains; sing with an irritated spirit
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The line between right and wrong is ambiguous
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Yeah, I'll become this rain
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Creation of the future, transcendence
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Draw now it and impulse, towards molding, towards rebirth
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The hand I thrust into my pocket
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Can seize anything, so transcend towards the creation of the world
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The voice that was snapped in a crowd, in tears that seek strength
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The chain that connects us to our destiny
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Does my voice reach you?
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Creation of the future, transcendence
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I'll slash through it by my own hand, towards molding, towards rebirth
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The world burned my eyelids scarlet
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And plunged into my eyes, so transcend towards the creation of the world
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The source of the spiral that chains us, the heart that cries feebly: "Grant me light, grant my wish"
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Go beyond my love for you that's induced inside our crossing consciousnesses
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Creation of the future, transcendence
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Draw now it and impulse, towards molding, towards rebirth
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The hand I thrust into my pocket
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Can seize anything, towards the creation of the world, towards awakening
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My love is high in this sky
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My wish connects us, so transcend destiny
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I'll embrace and finish dying
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Perpetuity and the fever of madness, towards resonance, towards the future
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