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• Artiste: Mind Colour
• Titre: Mind Colour
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My hands are stretching out to seal up this door of truth, 'cause My brain is scratched out by the legends of a false god. You ever pretended by me that I follow ya, threatening me, without I could look inside myself, but finally I find out that I'm not blind My mind's weighed down by the rules which're engraved on, my arms are withered by the thirst for some sunny deeds. The holy habit in faith I filled with all myself, always hid my face's light Now its hood is breaking up, frozen by the raw blinks of my eyes. It's time to fight whoever's trying to mould my life. It's time to fight whoever's controlling my mind. It's time to fight with all my might. Try to repel this words, with which you became mighty in me. Try to stop the rage of your believers, who, with me, are ready to wring your soul. The holy habit that I filled with all myself always hid my body's heat Now, its cloth is wearing out with the fanciful acts of my kind. Wan rising stars, your luminescence still banish and split, the earthly shell that wrap and protect you from the space boras, floating round you. I told you about a conquerors of souls and about a lonely natural brain. Now, Try to close your eyes and fell your heart-beats run to infinity. Try to close your eyes and then describe the true colour of your mind; Prayers and lies burn inside Sparkling by my mouth, But at last I'll rule this fire Breaking down the door of truth.