When you can speak me with signals.
When the Gods of our land blessing our life.
I wish disappear in that moment,
to make a crystal wit your tears.
The only killpanit I have is youre heart of porcelain.
When my soul rest in peace,
when the cat comes home,
Let bleed the heart.
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