Look; I've became what I'm not,
stood in the midst of the crowd
Thorns dug deeper by the minute,
as my lies rides the tide's limits
I leave under a different skin,
and attracted all of the sins
Little by little I drift away,
this world lives on the night of the day
I covered myself with dirt,
to hide the scars of birth
It helped but not for long,
so I hid it to all of my songs
The chains I hope will bind,
the world who lives in the night
And if the time came to be,
I'll set this world free
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