Deze is oud.
This, again is mine...
This place in time...
This all too real...
This, as always live...
That cannot hide...
From the wheel...
Drifting out and now you're gone,
Wanting faith but now you're wrong,
Seeking visions of your fears,
Your opiate is all but here...
This, pretend it's like...
The possible, total lie...
And now it's home...
This, potential greed...
This boiling seed...
Through the smoke I roam...
Drifting out through the pain...
The taste of hate is still the same...
Balancing the tests of time...
Your opiate is all but mine...
And it's all but gone...
Opiate in me...
Taste to breathe...
Live to see...
This blue sky...
Opiate in me...
Recreate my dreams...
I can't be free...
From his cries...
Your opiate is mine,
And everything is fine,
Now everything comes true...
My opiate is you....
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