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Current mood:
cynical“Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives
they must live”
The self-loathing sank in, the madness took over and the beast is once
more. Wounded monsters have no remedy.
The rage sinks in and there is no ending to the nightmare. Forget the
past, lets take matters in our hands.
They used to call me friend, they used to call me lover. I used to be a brother, I used to be a son. I used to have a conscience. Now my being is empty and what remains is a dream of fire, a dream of dying.
they must live”
The self-loathing sank in, the madness took over and the beast is once
more. Wounded monsters have no remedy.
The rage sinks in and there is no ending to the nightmare. Forget the
past, lets take matters in our hands.
They used to call me friend, they used to call me lover. I used to be a brother, I used to be a son. I used to have a conscience. Now my being is empty and what remains is a dream of fire, a dream of dying.
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