| None of their so called joy can’t light my apathy
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| Morbid desires of torture flash in my brain
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| Wherever I go thoughts of violence prevail
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| His voice arouse me to create art with flesh
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| Loneliness support the static depression
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| When a thousand dreadful sins stick to my mind
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| I’m becoming stronger drinking your vital wine
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| Never enough blood to satisfy my sinner’s soul
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| I show no interest to the common living world
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| My lustful ecstasy comes from the dead’s kingdom
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| Years pass as sanity downfalls
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| Short moments of lucidity rare but unbearable
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| I live in a world where silence doesn’t exist
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| The black dog asked me to hush them all
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| This is my testimony for the mad man to hear
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| Please someone get those children killed
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| At every door of hope that close in front of your face
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| You ask yourself if what kills you is a real sickness
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| This hostile force to hate the world and God’s creation
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| Too late to change or evolve, no need to try anymore
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| Impossible and useless to wait for a cure
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| Feelings of scorn and reject will corrode the future
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| Impossible shapes take structure in my mind
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| I see strange shadows surrounding me at night
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| Sick and gruesome architecture of my brain’s cells
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| Distortion of time, values and reason
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| Knowing it will end by a violent way
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| I keep on decaying
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| I live in a world where silence doesn’t exist
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| The black dog asked me to hush them all
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| This is my testimony for the blind man to read
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| People in the future will study and admire my work |