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Black walls in this corridor Constant process of loosing How did I get here How did you change my mind Insufficient memory, syndrome kicks in Dark colors, faint flares Permanent process of winning Why do you love me Why am I scared Insufficient memory, transition to dream When I hold you, I hold the wind in my hand When I touch you, it feels like pieces of sand When I kiss you, I kiss the slow drying blood But when I love you, I love like it will never stop