I can't sleep
now comes the mystery
my fun days are over
the fog is lifting
O sancta simplicitas
cool it, brothers
so little done, so much to do
put out the light
this is no time to make new enemies
the paper burns but the words fly free
what a fool I've been
Go away I'm alright
I am in flames
God will forgive me, it's his job
don't disturb my circles
does nobody understand?
Why not, it belongs to him
Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est
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