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Echoes of lives that almost were

Murdered in essence

These are my hands covered in blood

Why?

I’m bleeding, I’m bleeding right now

Am I?

Am I just dreaming, just dreaming or not?

I’ve got a cut inside, a little wound I cannot close

A little scratch inside, the more I breathe the more it grows

I’ve got a wound inside, something I’ve never felt before

A little scratch inside, forgotten scars come back and hurt

No, I don’t know what went wrong

I tried so hard, changed myself to make the pieces fit

But all that kept me alive is slowly killing me

Will it really end like this?

I got a cut inside, bleeding our my unfulfilled hopes

A little scratch inside a crimson mouth of wasted words

There’s a man on the edge

Torn apart by his fears

There’s a house made of cards

Blown away by the wind

There’s a man on the edge

No more tricks, no Plan B

Plastic bag on the head

Just to choke all his dreams

There’s a man on the edge

Things are not what they seem

But who knows what is true

Behind this lucid dream?

Wake up right now

There’s a way out!

So facing your dark side sometimes means to plunge to the depths

They say the darkest hour is the one just before the dawn