| Gently I taste suicide air
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| Within the hourglass of despair
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| Angry grains push me down
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| In deep waves of sand I drown
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| I crawl upon a lonesome line
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| In a fragile world that never was mine
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| I am the worm and search for food in sorrow’s moor
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| My heart is a cocoon around a depressive core
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| Filthy is the entrance of eternity
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| Salt drops run from my milky face freely
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| This life builds an ocean of thorns and dismay
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| With the ruthlessness of this gruesome day
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| I am embedded by the rain robe of an outstretched night
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| In void’s mouth that shall swallow up my last pride
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| Underneath this pathetic sky that I despise
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| I know this hard mountain will come to a rise
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| Within a few seconds I breathe the earth’s decay
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| Cold uncertainty surrounds that chosen pathway
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| I bury heart’s fragments with a great desperation
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| Since I am the jaded icon of my self-domination
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| Slowly I observe the human feelings rot
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| Sometimes I sink in this ascending flood
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| When my spirit for eternal freedom cries
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| Then hope remains in these ancient eyes
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| I suffer with a silent cry — By the final day that I deny
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| And the small life shall drown torn asunder — I stand alone with the pain that
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| is my hunter
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| I can’t wait for death’s embrace — I will stain me with disgrace
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| And I fall down to my knees and pray
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| To the sleepless Gods that turn away
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| Inside this realm I cannot be the king
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| Because I fill innocent hands with sin
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| I transform my blade’s almighty force
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| To pure pandemonium and unbridled claws
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| The icy steel kisses the skin and veins of me
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| In vertigo’s drunkenness I set all bother free
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| The strings tear apart — Stillness is the grand award |