From twisted emotions
To infected thoughts
We all suffocate
Pieces of feelings
Pieces of you
Loneliness freezes our rights
Shall we arise?
Abbysal grey wastes us
Hope is now a tragedy
Buried deep in psykron's ground
Life runs black as thy wrote it
I'm scared of you
My sister told me
What have you become?
The fazium I has begun
Shall we all abort?
Plasticised cells all over us
Shall we kill us immediatly?
The prototype ten wants to live
To us!
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