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Tore my hope away, left nothing within - hollow, scarred forever. |
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And their eyes never cease to look, the laughter goes on, inside my mind. |
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Every dream they tear apart. |
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My own belief against the masses. |
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Praise their own empty lives, they are shallow gods. |
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Force me to believe their lies, infesting me with self-hate. |
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Self-hate is opening my veins, killing my mind. |
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Neverending self-destruction, neverending this hurt. |
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Want me to die, want me to weep, so many of them against my mind - torturing my dreams. |
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I rather weep eternally, than join your mindless optimism, i rather die now, than ever be a part of your sick world. i try to forget all this pain, deny all the hurt, deny my own pity life. |
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The gentle dance - to caress, infest, a gate in my mind towards another life, this one already forgotten. |
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Never have to look at them again. |
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Breeding as the beasts that they are. |
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Procreate - promutate - why wona't you just become extinct. |
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The raging hate kept me here for another dark day, hating myself, hating them, who denied my life and love. |
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The anger towards this world burns and grows within, together with my facination and my desire for |
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Death. |
