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In my glass It's burning fuel,
In your hands I become murder tool.
Every day you make a turn,
In your hate I will burn.

Making steps in the dark,
Leaving in your soul the mark.
I've been born under sun,
In next moment I was gone.

I died twice and It was sweet,
Just like taste of your leaps.
I lost mind and broke the will,
I've got dreams that I can feel.

Truth and faith is all that left,
First and second hard to get.
Maybe death is endless trip,
Or the memory I keep.