Confusion, oh be my shelter, be my womb, be my isle...
Make me shut up these muzzles, claiming down from exile...
Oblivion, oh be my armour, be my walls build of lies...
Resist all the trumpets, calling truth by demise...
And I, oh I don't know how to calm down all the waves...
And I, oh I don't know how to clean that poisoned face...
Memory, oh lay down your menace, take the thorn out of me...
Ease the pain of my history and the wrath of the sea ...
Illusion, create some horizons, gimme some place to hide...
From the tides and the mirrors, from the sea deep inside...
And I, oh I don't know how to bridge that inner vast...
And I, oh I don't know how to soothe that roaring past...
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