A black hole can be anythingIt could be yours or
So far away from meSomewhere in another world Where death
Face off I walkPath leads me to the shadowsPeople run
PanicThis feeling that corrodes Never stops, it hurtsAll this
From Monday last weekTill Saturday tonightWe live in the same
Every step, every thought, every touch
When I read a book I feel between my fingerswhen
In time of peace they felt the warmthDidn't know what
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