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Piles of flesh buried by years. |
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The sands of time are covering our eyes. |
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Jaded by life. |
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This nausea keeps going on growing. |
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Aborted visions of tomorrow. |
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These nights are endless. |
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And the wind will bring us the coldness of depression. |
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A life I cannot face. |
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Their voices fill this dark emptiness. |
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Desolated vastlands. |
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The broken wings of a fallen bird. |
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This beauty |
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Ill find becoming a rotten body. |
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Time here has stopped. |
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A new dimension out of space. |
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Last exit for paranoia - |
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Infinite despondency. |
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My blood is dripping down the drain. |
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To fade into the embrace of dusk. |
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To hear the distant sound of children laughters. |
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To take Her hand and drown into utter darkness. |
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Take me away from this suffering. |
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A life! I cannot face. |
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KILL ME These nights are endless. |
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And the wind will bring us the coldness of depression. |
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To fade into the embrace of dusk. |
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To take Her hand and drown into utter darkness. |
