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You are picking crops of the acts |
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Acted and no existed |
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Tunnels to infinity |
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Gloomy, cold and wet |
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Are Gaping like beast's muzzle |
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A lots of gates are open |
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On the edges of mind and dreams |
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Lack of time is your the worst nightmare |
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Feelings against instincts |
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Slowly dying with resistance |
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Where your bodies rascals |
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Are going for a butcher |
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Pie after pie, for pieces |
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Step by step to the edge |
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Scattered in the abyss, lonely |
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Your fate-your choice |
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Rapid stream of time is a transformation |
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Against you and for you |
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Whispers-answer for unknown |
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Naked triviality of life |
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Shroud of darkness surrounding the souls "Dreams those small pieces of death How I hate you" |