Reality slips away
The angels have said that nothing
Is sent to us
That we cannot bear
One, two
And pass and tire
And me
I pass alas
Questioning the infinite
Closing the door to oblivion

And with a turn of the key
Like a deaf mute
No need for bars of crosses
We lock ourselves up sometimes
And love, I know
Within reach of loving
Ghosts do not leave us in peace
Tyranny of kept secrets

Life is worth nothing but
But nothing is worth life
It's Epsilon smaller than small
It's Epsilon yet the desire
And life passes alas
And the beast passes and hunts
Any form of resistance
If she led the dance?

And with a turn of the key
Like a deaf mute
No need for bars of crosses
We lock ourselves up sometimes
And love, I know
Within reach of loving
Ghosts do not leave us in peace
Tyranny of kept secrets

Against everything
Common sense
Doesn't care
Dream of breaking and
Burying
Ignore and mess everything up
To reach the peaks
Simply live
To the bolts that seemed to give way
I fear I may be missing the key

And with a turn of the key
Like a deaf mute
No need for bars of crosses
We lock ourselves up sometimes
And love, I know, is within reach of loving
Help me find my keys
It will be necessary
To finally soothe me

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