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Staring the blind, they are surrounded by a view without electricity |
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Can't see the readings of God, not believing the world is telling them |
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Slashed their veins, they cannot tell what colour their blood is pouring from |
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I agree upon thee, that life without a view is a rape of light and vision |
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Their eyes had been taken, by surprise, with cruelty, and sadism |
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Incursion followed, with horrid pain, my hands couldn't stop, |
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I had to claim Carmine my flesh, I've taken their light, |
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I am the sadist, you're the walking night |
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Couldn't see my face, wondered why, |
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I behold all power, no one is innocent |
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Retribution for what I never could see... |
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Scattered they walk to bury their eyes... |
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Speaking voices spinning in my head claiming the views upon I fed |
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Those pictures collected from the innocent enfeebling my will to live |
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Deep down my journey facing the last of images passing by |
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The sadist betrayed me, all this cruelty to read here was just a lie... |
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Raped, my sanity |
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Life, taken from me |
