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Hide under a carpet for thirty years or so
Rise and accuse yourself for not being polite at all
Dive into frustration and take this crown of thorn
If it does not suit you well, there are plenty of sizes more
Throw it up, get it out, come closer
Because I don't exactly hear if you breath from here
There's no reply, no reply, no reply
No reply, I can't hear nothing
No reply, it must have meant something
No reply, making dreams out of nothing
No reply, no reply, no reply at all
Think, you are just wet ink shaped into numbers on lots of pages
Think and accuse yourself for not being polite at all
Sacrifice your life, don't think
Sacrifice your life, don't think
Sacrifice your life and don't think
Sacrifice your life
There's no reply, I can't hear nothing
No reply, but it must have meant something
No reply, making dreams out of nothing?
No reply, no reply, no reply at all
Throw it up
Get it out
Come closer