| 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,
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| Inside my mind. |
| Every dream they tear apart.
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| My own belief against the masses. |
| Praise their own empty lives, they are
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| shallow gods. |
| Force me to believe their lies, infesting
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| Me with self-hate. |
| Self-hate is opening my veins, killing my mind.
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| Neverending self-destruction, neverending this hurt. |
| 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,
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| 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,
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| this one already forgotten. |
| Never have to look at Them again. |
| Breeding as the beasts that they are. |
| Procreate — promutate — why
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| wona’t you just become extinct.
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| The raging hate kept me here for another dark day, hating myself, hating them,
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| who denied my life and love. |
| The anger towards
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| This world burns and grows within, together with my facination and my desire
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| for Death. |