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- Keep your tourniquet
Like it was before
And face your destiny
With high raised head
What do we live for?
Keep your mystery
Your reason of existence
It doesn't matter
What you used to be
Leave your sense
Feel the murk
Of the people's mind
Even if yo don't want to try
You can't run
From their talk
Bring your lesson
Your lesson of the life
You won't be mistaken
You won't be forsaken
Guessing
You won't be lost again
Far, far away
Apologize betrayer
The killer of yours
It isn't very hard
It isn't pain for heart
Apologize betrayer
Forget your fall
I can heal your pain
Come, come to me
I can heal your pain
Come to your darling death
Keep your tourniquet
Like it've had been before
For thousands of years
For thousands of lays
Long, long ago...