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My dogma |
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A trait of this war |
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Leads to an endless oblivion |
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I can't see beyond this fixation |
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As it gouged my eyes out |
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I'll fall |
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But never hit the ground |
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Abolishing gazes surround me for I am not atoned |
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Pranayma |
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Now help me breathe |
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Gasp the last bites of air from this cellar |
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My lungs constricted by anticipation |
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As I prepare to enter the other side |
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I'll fall |
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But never hit the ground |
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I fall |
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But never hit the ground |
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Constellations disappeared through suffocation |
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Air vanished through the hole |
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Let to rot eternally in dimensions beyond unreal |
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Hell is around the corner |
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And already here |
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This is the autobiography of a murderer |