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Toscana, Italy
The legacy they left behind
A bloody trail you'll never find
The hidden hand, the hidden hand
Pale white, leprous as the snow
Pale white, leprous as the snow
Marks the places where we stand
Shapes the surface of the land
Where our troubles all began
The hidden hand, the hidden hand
Pale white, leprous as the snow
Pale white, leprous as the snow
The vast desert of distress
Consciousness
Burning down so intense
Emptiness
Souls of ice now undressed
Nothingness
Empty words that make no sense
Bygone days
Full of sores and loneliness
Darkened rays
Twisting through your broken lens
Deadly trace
Scorching through your dream caress
Weeping face
Standing in the burned out trails
With the burden that she wears more she can bare
Stronger in the misery she wants the promise of the film
She´s so fissed off she´s walking by her feet
Just like a tourist in this town and she goes round and
You just can´t make it every where
The consolation of a life against the damned dreams of her nights
Wasted by fever she is hungry for a smile
Buton the dark part os the screen she wants the thrust make it
Just like a tourist in this town and she goes round and
What´s the matter why´d you stare
She´s like a tourist in this town although it´s often that you´ve seen her and
Why don´t you
In gift she´s space invader that's what´s wrong i´ll start it over what´s going
On she´s nowhere but set to go cause she can read the features
You show just like a tourist passing ever where she goes she´ll
Leave no traces in your seats that she shows she knows
That someone else can do the show still she kept saying no nobody knows