| Meanningless life before death, with your sensuality everyday we sailed. |
| Have
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| You ever felt my end, can you stop for fight inside, are you living for
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| Nothing, can you stop the lying man inside? |
| Everyday is lost for anything to
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| Get, everything is called for us in death, always something we tried to get
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| And always wanted to be something we are rot. |
| Something we had has gone
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| Inside but something we have immortal behind. |
| Rathless minds affected by
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| Sadistic rules; |
| safty is lost, falsety is lust. |
| Infurlated hybrophobics, know
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| Your end, remember your inprisonation implicitly. |
| Your claustrophobic
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| Miserable souls fly illogically, imbectily, immortally in an immensive
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| Vacansy.Ethically sad but drawned with a pad; |
| blinded blotted by a bloody
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| Qualm.Radical tormentors are tremulous in life, treason to your country
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| Transfix your people. |
| You’ll be vanquished at the end. |
| Your yearned end is
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| Submission to us subconscously you are succumbed. |
| Suicide!.. |