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The instinctive hope faded, all causes lost |
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Repeated fatalities erased all sense of will |
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Nothing pleased me, I longed for loneliness |
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Alone with my visionary dreams of darkness |
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Surrounded by failure, my mind bleeds with bitterness |
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I'm let down by life, how can I go on |
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All my thoughts gathered, I concentrate on dying |
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Impure speculations rise within to dominate |
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These thoughts are suicidal breeding on deep depression |
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I'm ruled by this wicked urge to perish, end this living lie |
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Convinced I want to die, I put my theory in practice |
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Convinced, I put my theory in practice |
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Crossing the border between present and non-existent |
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Plunging into an eerie abstract dimension |
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Though I'm carnally gone, depression remains |
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Let down by life and deceived by death |
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I can't free my soul from the failures |
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Out of reach from myself, cannot touch, no longer feel |
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Arguments for the cosmic creation |
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Pathetic, end this living lie |
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Convinced I want to die, I put my theory in practice |
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Convinced, I put my theory in practice |
