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I have breathed in the poison from al worlds for a |
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long time and now I am like a monster |
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My heart and my body are so ugly that people turn |
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their eyes away |
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I am like rubbish |
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I, who am no longer a human can't walk on my 2 feet |
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I am now quadruped, running around like a beast |
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The neon light that reflects in my pupil is there to |
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find my eye and light it up |
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The azure sky that I look up to from the ground is |
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bearing down on me, so high up |
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The building that is about to fall over any minute is |
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expressing the equilbrium of my mind |
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And, all my body parts, all of my organs are about to |
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start moving on their own with their own free will |
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aaa... |
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I can't coutrol my mind any longer... |
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My body is like a spider, broken into 8 parts that |
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progress forwards by pulling each other |
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Karma drips and falls off from my ripped body |
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together with tears and blood, |
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together with sweats and mud, |
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making it look so horrible |
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But, despite this, my body is still advancing forward |
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and I cannot hold myself back |
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I am going across fields, mountains and valleys |
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without knowing my final destination |
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"You do not qualify as a living human being" |
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"How can you still live despite all this?" |
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Two questions are sweeping me with quilt |
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I no longer have my own will and my body simply |
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continues to advance |
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I am let down by this cruel world |
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I am becoming extinct from this chanting |
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My mind is about to relax |
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But, the body won't let it |
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As a result, I am being cleansed. |
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Look on the right by holding a gun in your hand |
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Look on the left with a rose in your hand |
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Going to the heaven or hell? |
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Is there a justice or crime? |
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Two futures await at horizon |
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There is no path in front of me |
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There is no one behind me either |
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Only one point in the barren earth |
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There is no one above me |
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There is no one bellow me |
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What prevails is horizon |
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Look on the right by holding a gun in your hand |
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Look on the left with a rose in your hand |
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Going to the heaven or hell? |
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Is there a justice or crime? |
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Two futures await at horizon |
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No one special |
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You can't win |