The concentration drifts
In and out of me
Conversation slides away
Turn and face the change in apathy
Take a rise to fall

Won´t you save me
Don´t you blame me
I got the feel that I´m gone - Turn to dust

Sentence
Rape me
Segregate me
I got the fear that I am gone - Turn to dust

Slave or sympathy it atrophies
Save but ancient hearts
Hiding scars and knives in symphonies
Still we rise to fall

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