a touch by the devils horns
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lost in a circle trying to pull myself up from below/
now i´m walking the line in my own death row/
Got introduced to the devil about five years ago/
she shook my hand with fire, impossible to avoid/
she came with the snow turned to liquid in my vains/
left me without pain, made it easier to maintain sane/
i was trapped in a dream, but never wanted to leave/
a slave in chains, but i have never felt so free/
tied arm, sacrifying blood, and the devil as company/
the paradox turned logic on me, kissing the hand of my enemy/
i got my fix when she stung my body with her horns/
paralyzied motions with the feeling of a newborn/
a knock on the shell, the ecco hits you with it´s sound/
wondering if maybe zion just dosen´t wan´t to be found/
turntables mixing realitys, not knowing your own reflection/
when a mothers eyes can´t recognize her own creation/
a stinch from a needdle, the key to the heart of ace in a deck/
making room for the artist, with a snare around my neck/
what was i supposed to make of this, in search for serenety?/
five years, a waitin and a phonecall later, i turned positive/
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