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It's the blistering colour of truth. |
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Still I'm deeply ulcerated. |
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Its the disease in alien shape. |
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Disease, uncontrolled paranoia. |
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Admirable understanding of endurance. |
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They will never tear me from this hate. |
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Pure desire of death, I will submit. |
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Climbing my chest, inside my bone, |
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The cage is hollow, the soul is gone. |
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It's Sappho's juice that no one even knows. |
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Sea of locusts, I can't see where it ends. |
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It's the abyss' edge. |
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It's the white shadow of my fear. |
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My cage is hollow. |
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My world is hollow. |
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Begging for relief. |
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Please turn back time. |
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Please turn it back. |
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This day, slipping out of my hands. |
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I've already memory of this day. |