Grab my hand, unwrap my core
Be divine - unlock that door.
What you do is serve the time.
Don't be enemy of mine.
Feel so sick and so alone
Do I hear my soul soft moan?
Now I sense it in the air,
Smell the bitter- that's despair.
But I lost it, lost my faith,
I'm a shadow in this haze;
Just a mirage in this storm,
But a child that was not born.
But machine-created life,
This must end what us deprive.
Iron bites and iron cuts,
Iron's this what's in my guts.
Veins are hurting- oil is thick,
Boiling hot it gives the kick.
That's my question, I don't know,
Will I reach when I let go?
Hell or heaven with a toll,
One just with an iron soul?
Be divine - unlock that door.
What you do is serve the time.
Don't be enemy of mine.
Feel so sick and so alone
Do I hear my soul soft moan?
Now I sense it in the air,
Smell the bitter- that's despair.
But I lost it, lost my faith,
I'm a shadow in this haze;
Just a mirage in this storm,
But a child that was not born.
But machine-created life,
This must end what us deprive.
Iron bites and iron cuts,
Iron's this what's in my guts.
Veins are hurting- oil is thick,
Boiling hot it gives the kick.
That's my question, I don't know,
Will I reach when I let go?
Hell or heaven with a toll,
One just with an iron soul?
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