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I watched into the burning sun. |
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My eyes filles with obsession. |
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An eternal walk towards nothing. |
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An empty road, as long as my eternal sickness. |
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I watched into a dead horizon. |
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My blood falls into the sun. |
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My thoughts drown into emptiness. |
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Stench of death in the air. |
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The sickness of a summer afternoon. |
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My sticky flesh covered by insects. |
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A dream of naked bodies dying on meathooks. |
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The smell of your slaughtered whore-meat |
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rotting under a blinding sun. |
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Your last stop - Dead end. |
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My twisted visions revealed to you. |
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Youll never understand |
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this ravishing desire for demise. |
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Hanged dolls, sing-song. |
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Bones swinging endlessly. |
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Hot winds of a funeral day. |
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I walked through the same old walls. |
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I smelled the same old dust. |
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Dust of forgotten times. |
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Dust of ! shallow lives. |
