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Running: through a blur of motion Out of context; I've lost my ground Only destruction in my mind Obeying another sensless command My senses: divided Providing no useful information Waiting for my death With indifferent anticipation I'm the calm in the heart of the storm The steady axis in this dance of death I'm the calm in the heart of the storm My existence; re-created breath by breath Chaos all around Human limbs rearranged A collage made out of living flesh Perception of reality now estranged Sudden motions in my periphery I turn around too late It's time to shake the hand of fate On my tongue the taste of death From Letras Mania