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Can you hear the voices they are calling from inside Wanna whisper little secrets that you try so hard to hide Can't jump over your shadow, an inner-distance keeps you back The honest man inside still dreaming and some pain starts streaming An open book with empty sites mean nothing, eyes that 're staying blind see nothing of ourselves the secrets of our lifes Some angels from the past reminding us of days that last Times that made us what we are Some future devils's hate the cause for fear of our own fate There is a bar preventing the unburdened way An open book with empty sites mean nothing eyes that 're staying blind see nothing Of ourselves the secrets that we keep Wanna close my eyes drowning in an endless sleep Glittering mouldy stains turning into stars so deep Faces, pale white skin drained of vital energy Turn into the ones beloved in my memory A simulated compromise means nothing a speech with empty words is nothing Nothing but a waste of our time From Letras Mania