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level 5
in the center of the sound sheґll travel
through the darkness of a spinning wheel
til her ears are slowly dying
in this velvet she canґt hear
and in the storm
thatґs carryinґ her
across the border
running upstairs
but she was always reaching level 5
opened chests are singing hymns of morning
itґs so strange to touch a sunbeam
with organs bare
sheґs cutting out her heart
to enjoy the silence
and in the flesh of death
sheґll see no sin
across the border
running upstairs
but she was always reaching level 5
Words: vogeltanz 1995