Ohh ,yeah Again this
Debt of my breath is traped
Torching road which was empty
I am running for the invisible noise
Stunned by the rythem of moan
Stoned by the sins I had done
Plucking my black flower and
yeah I smell it again
I'm in the air for hours
Sliping my knot too far
I had left a Time hand
And ohh I need a breath
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