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Peace In My Hands

Flowers are fed by the guilty sun

guilty for keeping the life command

winds groa to storms, storme bear further sons

thia is my breed... thia is my cycle of need.

If you pay for me - I cannot be.



Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands

nothing but a smalltalk with my death

nothing but the pioneer who climbs the highest mountain to fall.



And the course of the stream

makes us to madman we've been

awakes the psychopats who rests

to watch the suffering process.

You have not pleaded for me - now I'll be.



Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands

nothing but a smalltalk with my death

nothing but a pioneer who climbs the highest mountain just to fall...

Peace In My Hands /

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