| Welcome to a world of pain where no feelings burn
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| All my youth are lying on the prison of their minds
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| A dark corner full of dust, lightless and closed
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| Their laments and cries for only friends
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| Hiding on solitude, forgotten by all
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| The pleasure of pain and heat of their blood
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| Trapped and forsaken, suicidal thoughts
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| When children born their first toys are razorblades
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| They get the knife as the inner suffering explode out
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| And let its grim tongue lick their skins
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| They carve with pain on their arms
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| The death-desire and their love of pain
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| Blood streaming on the ground from wounds
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| With tears and sounds of loneliness
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| They lacerate their faces to destroy ugliness
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| «Free me from this life»
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| On corridors, behind dusty walls
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| Some bodies rot and the ground is gorged of blood
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| Guns embracing hands on a last union
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| They sleep forever, a bullet for brain
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| All around you can only hear screams and cries
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| «Enjoy the pleasure of life» |