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quinta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2011

Phony angels

I can hear voices calling me
I can hear voices calling me
It knows my name, it knows my thoughts
It’s like a signal 

It’s getting closer
It's creeping to me slowly
It hears me everywhere I go
I can’t stand it any longer
I need to find a way out

Now it's cold here
Please, can you hear me?

Now I can't hear voices calling me
And I don’t know where I am
I'm flying, there’s no walls
I'm flying, there’s no ways
I'm dying...