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"The Trial" de Dead Can DanceAll my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze
Until you left her to the... ? ? ?
A journey I'll never make again
For those who have accepted the burden of shame
For the innocent only words will remain
And our lives will be forced to ? ? ? days
The perpetrators of our own bastard ways
All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze
Until you left her to the... ? ? ?
A journey I'll never make again
I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes
A witness to events that went to this point in time
With traditions enshrined our hands would be close tied
We'll never survive the great test of time
Deliver me from these feverish eyes
They threaten to advance our state of mind
I'm just an imposter, is that a small surprise ?
A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt | All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze
Until you left her to the... ? ? ?
A journey I'll never make again
For those who have accepted the burden of shame
For the innocent only words will remain
And our lives will be forced to ? ? ? days
The perpetrators of our own bastard ways
All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze
Until you left her to the... ? ? ?
A journey I'll never make again
I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes
A witness to events that went to this point in time
With traditions enshrined our hands would be close tied
We'll never survive the great test of time
Deliver me from these feverish eyes
They threaten to advance our state of mind
I'm just an imposter, is that a small surprise ?
A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt
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