This one is now a song by Christian, Angel of Death & Dissapointed

(Search for a "riff" name: Colors of my window (nothing to bury)) 

Colours of my window, can not see through.
If I could, I would kill the moon.

no ways to measure nothing.

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Who should I please if pleasing doesn´t mean,
who should I release if there's only silent scream.

Who would listen to me if there is nothing to tell,
who would be the one
ringing by 
ringing by dead bell.

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In the dark of asylum,
where simplicities hum.

I see the ordinary simply nothing 
is left to bury.

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Who should I please if pleasing does not mean,
who should I release if there's just silent scream.

Who would listen if there is nothing to tell,
who would be the one ringing by dead bell.

Colours of my window, can not see through.
If I could, I would kill the moon.

No meaning in anything,
no ways to measure nothing.

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Who should I please if pleasing does not mean,
who should I release if there's just silent scream.

Who would listen if there is nothing to tell,
who would be the one ringing by dead bell.

- - -

In the dark of asylum,
where simplicities hum.

I see the ordinary,
nothing there to bury.

- - -

Who should I please if pleasing does not mean,
who should I release if there's just silent scream.

Who would listen if there is nothing to tell,
who would be the one ringing by dead bell.

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