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Cesare said "it's no joy to be undead, walking around in clothes that don't fit"
shadows painted on a wall and I'm the biggest fool of all /
giving everything for a taste of eternity
Cesare said "there's a cabinet for my bed; the shame of my desire holds the key" secret lives, butcher knives; a word of warning to the wise:
beware of what you wish for if what you wish is me
I feel nothing; call me cold
in a trance I'm dancing on your grave
Killing time; memory unwind
I sleepwalk through the darkness and the day
dream revenge without an end; go to hell and back again nothing
ever changes and nothing stays the same
I feel nothing; locked away
in a trance I'm dancing on your grave
If I could get to the other side and stay there I'd be fine
I feel nothing; call me cold...
I feel nothing; locked away...