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These eyes see more than window dressings And stoic virtue of mannequins Somewhere beyond the world of single dimension Beyond the facade of the sensual Where nothing cuts you deeper than your own blade Outside the narrow corridors of perception is a light Of experience and long-forgotten dreams Fading into perception is the black world that we see This fairytale is not so out of reach I am, I am insatiable I can, I can be anything I am, I am insatiable I can... I am my enemy Seen through these eyes, I am predictable I am made of stone Letras de cancionesWalk the middle line Where nothing cuts you deeper than your own blade I am the storm, My voice is the river Take from me I fade into you Fade the corridors of experience and dreams Fade the black world into this fairytale and fade Fade the corridors Fade the black world Into this fairytale and fade Take to the sky From Letras Mania