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Trapped inside his mind Dying spirit cries shackled inside the dead man The fallen angels try to fly - looking for Brothers and sisters from their sanctuaries Sinister regret, thoughts about the end of the world Will never leave his head. The messenger is lost, too much pain it costs If he looses control on the edge of this earth And one of the freaks of society, pretending sane deep in the apathy Pilgrim's heart is cold, funeral of his soul celebrated a long time ago Cyclone in his mind, he is already blind To see the truth and future under the shell of the man, Rage is rising and no one knows But the eyes can only tell what is going on And one of the freaks of society, pretending sane deep in the apathy Pilgrim's heart is cold, funeral of his soul celebrated a long time ago On the way to the tomb, drowning his sorrow with his demons Letras de cancionesWho are mocking and spitting his eye but one thing we know for sure God had his day off when this man was lost into the world And one of the freaks of society Pretending sane deep in the apathy Pilgrim's heart is cold funeral of his soul celebrated a long time ago From Letras Mania