She runs away
She runs away from all the wicked ways
And can't you see the life she made?
The life she's made is worth more than all the stars in the sky she breathes
The night is gray
The night is all her wishes
But she looks away—she turns away from all of you
And in the night, the wicked are silent
One life will fade away
As we all are dreaming and wondering:
What else can come our way?
By the way, it's in the way she moves in front of me
Can't you see? I'm not a saint
Don't you believe a word I say
And say that you'll let me be
It's all the same
It's everywhere I go
It's in my dreams
It follows me
But I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid of all of you!
We are the wicked
The fallen
The ones who stray away
The sun, it falls under the horizon
I follow to where it sleeps
To find the source of all the whining
Of people who cannot sleep
You want to know the art of living?
I'll tell you before I go
You've got to make use of suffering
Or fire will fill your soul
We are the wicked
The silent
The ones who stray
We never listen to reason
We never stay whole
We are the wicked
The silent
The ones who stray away
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