Blinded from the world outside
Restraining my moves
I have got nowhere
A painful, drawn-out death
You’ll get what’s coming your way
Merely a
Wasted, a lifelong service
Shackled, bound, chained, put to silence,
Social decay in me
I strive for inner peace of mind
But
She sees the darkness
Breeding inside his rotten soul
She fears the
In the midst of my last attack
Panic drags me
A massive wound sustained
Patience is lost
Too familiar with
Visions from beyond
Dance before my eyes
Images of death
Too weak to resist the opportunity
A daily struggle to
Sinister silence
Forced into nothing
Terror commenced
In the contaminated void
D
Your hands are the pestilence
Everything shall crumble at their
Mass indoctrination, I am enslaved
Their sanctuary is my grave
Mind configuratio
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