Let It Burn
Stone Frame
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I wake up in a desolate place
Where evil has left its traces
Brings me the smell of something I buried deep inside
A dry land with twisted trees
Reflexes forgotten things of a once twisted mind
No, let it burn!
Maybe the ashes won't torment me
Tombs are filled of dead and dying ones
There are familiar faces
The smell of all that is rotten, acrid scent of guilt
Bury all this shame!
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All inside my head. All I want to forget
This reality made of dreams, created to remind me
No, let it burn!
Maybe the ashes won't torment me
No, let it burn!
Maybe the ashes won't torment me
Composition: Rodrigo Balonecker Arakaki, Luiz Martins, Raphael Santos De Mattos Ribeiro, and Felipe Aguiar Damasceno
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