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
Soul on fire, death desire, spirit in flames
Violent combustion going
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
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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