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every day was a fight against your own suicide |
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parasites and mites suckled from the inside |
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they always came completely mixed up |
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always called your name, blood-suckling creatures: |
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we can give you something, |
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something you always searched for |
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we can show you something |
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you never had before |
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arising sensations for your flesh and blood |
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but all these fallacies at the abyss of madness |
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makes you see that you could also get brainless |
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it's your decision about life and death |
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promising something |
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like power and strength |
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promising something |
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creatures, creatures of madness |
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dancing in your mind |
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creatures, creatures of madness |
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dancing in your mind, |
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dancing in your mind |
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I can give you something, |
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something you always searched for |
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I can show you something, |
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you never've seen before |
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making a promise, |
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you never heard before |
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you can get something, |
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you always waited for |
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creatures, creatures of madness |
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dancing in your mind |
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creatures, creatures of madness |
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dancing in your mind |
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urging you to a painkilling suicide |
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urging you to a painkilling suicide |
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painkilling suicide |
