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Construct...destruct... |
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My eyes are no eyes, my pain is not pain |
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These weary hours are my life,k so check the score, it's... |
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Six-nothing against empty-hearted, still certain of none |
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Six-nothing against the hollow-souled |
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Destruct...destruct... |
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My sixes are nothing and nothing is all |
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This black-dyed truth equals my life, must adapt to the illogical rules to survive |
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Misunderstood the ambition, my nails so failed... |
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Six-nothing against empty-hearted, still certain of none |
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Six-nothing against the hollow-soulded |
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To endure or to escape? |
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To leave... for something better? "Knee-deep in things I did or did not do, a conscious kill of all I've achieved." |
