| Cursed with an empty life, senseless existence
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| Suffering consumes my mind, internal world of fear
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| Scarred by the horror of enduring nothingness
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| No reason to live on, in this endless misery
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| For years I have struggled, alas to no avail
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| Seeking for fulfillment, yet never I fit in
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| Why can’t I be like them, or is it they can’t see?
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| All the things they cherish are just just illusory
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| Hear the call — The reaper’s call
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| The final call — Feel the cold
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| Hear the call — The reaper’s call
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| The final call — Feel the cold
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| Finally I stare into the eyes of death
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| I answer his call, my soul is laid to waste
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| Life leaves my body, after I slit my whrists
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| Nothing could save me, but death’s cold embrace
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| Hear the call — The reaper’s call
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| The final call — Feel the cold
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| Hear the call — The reaper’s call
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| The final call — Feel the cold
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| Cursed with an empty life, senseless existence
|
| Suffering consumes my mind, internal world of fear
|
| Scarred by the horror of enduring nothingness
|
| No reason to live on, in this endless misery
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| Hear the call
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| The reaper’s call
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| The final call
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| Feel the cold |