You don't let me dream. You're waking me up
Just to drink with me one warm cup of mud
I feel so ashamed. You're shaving your skin
Your blood runs insane while my will is weak
Your triumph is a fake but you won't confess
This night looks so grim inspired by the storm
My faint childhood dreams would not ever grow
I feel ready now. This fear makes me blind
I'm drowning deep down. You're rising
Your triumph is a fake but you won't confess
We're booth made of mud
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