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This man does not pray the dead

Maybe you don’t think of me bad

I threw away those warm hands that hugged me

I got caught by a wave of deep darkness

I keep falling inside this invisible hole

You have a nostalgic smell but you are like just a small jar right now

You know the evil in me from just the first to the last

Let’s keep every of our secrets

That they can’t see them

You fall in the cradle, as in a dream that lasts

I won’t let you away from that dream

A man in a black suit points my back

Those men gather around you

A man in black suit declares me dead

A sin that have been made in a dream keeps me asleep and tighten my neck

Tighten my neck

I keep trusting your gently snuggles, I will leave that body and soul to you