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Why don't you take me - to an Igloo of Thorozine
and wipe all the death from my eyes
My soul wrapped in barbwire - drowning in gasoline
you light the match and I die

All I have - is taken away
No sunrise - lighting my days
Nothing left - my skin turns cold
Wrapped up in ice... I grow old

Dream me an empire - in death I hallucinate
tearing at my burning flesh
I lay nailed motionless - thought patterns fluctuate
as the little birds sing in their nests

The cold wind blows in from the west
Is this the life, that's after death
I've yet to come upon - my decision...
I'm not in Heaven or in Hell
I'm wrapped up in some twisted spell
Colors flying from the ice - like a prism...
I pry the eyes out of my head
As I'm talking - to the dead
And look down at myself, from the ceiling...
I kill the twin, which is myself
Hands at the neck of someone else
Don't know which me - is worth believing...

Why don't you take me - to an Igloo of Thorozine
and wipe all the death from my eyes
My soul wrapped in barbwire - drowning in gasoline
you light the match and I die

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All I have - is taken away
No sunrise - lights the day

Dream me an empire - in death I hallucinate
I can't seem to find, my way back
I lay nailed motionless - thought patterns degenerate
'till nothing is left, but pitch black

Alone in this ice - I grow old
All fades away... my skin turns cold