It's smell of cigarettes
On my dead hands
And inner trip
That never seems to stop
Im about to see
Where this world ends
And another one
Starts
Thats life and death
Merged into my cold eyes
And the deafening truth
Dissolves the hidden lies
When this inner trip
that never seems to stop
I'm about to see
Where this world starts..
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