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my head upon his chest, the paradox
abundantly clear
this love attack so fierce, it will decay like all the rest
there is nothing

so I've returned to my cage
but now I hold the keys

[ you should search for the man with a golden face - may the evil help you]

these golden bars they hold perfection
but were chosen by mistake
comfort would be my tomb
i had to run away
run away
he led me away