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Everything started with a bullet bursting out my head. |
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The wind blowing with anger, sunshine can't warm me, an intense cold runs through my spine. |
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Only loneliness in my wondering soul. |
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The despair is increasing, |
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I can't control my feelings. |
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My body is contorning in pain, screams cut me like razors. |
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The silence is just a illusion, |
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I can't scream for help. |
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I found the way to my ancient home, |
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In a lapse of time |
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I could saw my parents. |
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They can't hear my voice, |
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They can't feel my touch, |
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Sorrow is all that |
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I can feel. |
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That face was so close to me, plunged in blood!!! |
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I can see my friends crying in dispair, under my bed lies a young body, plunged in blood pieces of a head, in all places the gore is spreaded. |
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When I looked to that disformed face, |
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I could feel the hand, of |
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Satan... ...taking my soul back to hell!!! |