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Lies In The Language Of The Sleepers - text

And I create a vision for the losers...
A comforting ideal of my fears...
And I loose the illusion of an ideal...
By it's being now just only true...
And I cry out my comfort for the sad ones...
And all the pain and the grief in their hearts...
But I'm a fake like the comfort of the liars...
Just the illusion of a wish deep in me...
Lies in the language of the sleepers and truth in the dreams of the liars...
And I dream the dream of the lonesomes...
So empty, so still and so deep...
But I hate the solitude of the dreamers...
The sadest truth that a single thought can be...
And I light the passion of the sleepers...
For the awakening of a still and deep light...
And I find lies in the sleep of the dreamers...
An awful truth in the hopes of us all...
Lies in the language of the sleepers...

Text přidal Scoth

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