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Having nothing it's easy for me to disappear
The temptation to break apart this equation is waking
I carve numbers one by one
Until night becomes day
How many times have people been hanged, after having heard what's hiding
Under the skin, behind the walls, which I protect so much
I carve numbers one by one
Until night becomes day