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Texty: Renaissance. Turn of the Cards. The Black Flame.

I am words, I am speaking
I never heard my conclusion
Lost the way in my confusion, in illusion
Lost inside the picture frame

I?m not to blame, I didn?t see the black flame
I?m not ashamed, it?s poetry, the black flame
I?m rearranged, it?s changing me, the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

I am strong, I am leaving
I never knew I?d feel the need so
Where to go, I?ll turn the flow, I could not know
Screams inside the burning pain

It?s spinning head, it?s underhand the black flame
It lies instead, I turned and I ran the black flame
On me, it fed, I understand the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

Run from me, don?t you see?
That we are one and I?m a part of you
Get away, any way
I?m still a secret in the heart of you
And I?m the burning in your soul

Now I?m weak, I am losing
I never thought I?d stop trying
I?m a lie, I?m just a sigh, just a crying
Just a symbol of the game

Suspended pain, I can not face the black flame
Intended fear, I can not trace the black flame
Extended reaching into space the black flame
Burns my blackened brain