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Stare into light, that you need,
For the last time, on your so called stage

I am the death, you've chosen,
Once you've put your head into the stars.
Not an hour more fine to prove it,
Than your fall from the stage on the cold ground.

When the lights were blinding you
Nothing seemed to pass you by
All around was just
What you've been ruining your life
by.
The things considered meaningfull
Is now a loss of time,
That you though you have
Had for an eternal life.
Did you think
You're invincible?
Building cage of your own crowns.
You've been planing to
Crash into star.
What's your real face now?
Rushing through the walls you've done
Are you a real fool?
Or too afraid to
Look in your eyes?

I am your pride!

Stare into light of others,
Remembering all, that you have done.

I was the end, you've chosen,
Once you've put your stare into the clouds.
Not a victim your are, - you've proved it!
You're just the one of the crowd.

Bleed on, sinner!
Carry on in fever!
You've won it here!
That is your crown!

Stayon with me!
It's too pleasant!
Can't drop your
Pride from your life
Away!