Permanent/Replica

Can you extirpate This pain that I feel? So take the wheel And drive me far Away from this City of Lonely Hearts What's that bad joke Called existence? "What meaning has everything If everything means nothing at last?" You said Then I try to chase your shade As the lanterns explode This sunset will be permanent Beside you We'll see you soon Begin for traces of love Selling your soul for a caressing hand To warm you in the night It's not your fault Growing up without knowing How to feel Then you fall inside my void A crow has taken my eyes I see more clearer now That nothing really exists at last Burn your secret room Burn your secret Room Wires in our necks, so tight Like a replica of an old heritage Crucifixes hanging on the people's fears People's fears Sell your message to the masses Spread it like you really believe in it Then you turn into a false martyr To become a psych Vampire And suck their blood And suck their will Till the last drop Till the last drop Then you fall inside my void A crow has taken my eyes I see more clearer now That nothing really exists at last Burn your secret room Burn your secret Room