Mental Disturby
Will make us different
Freak things
Will make us useless
I don't have a brain
I'm manipulate
My conscient doen't works
The End Of Time
Bring me hope
Hope to a new begins
The pain
In my Breast
Bring Me hapiness
Because I know
I'll dye near
And I don't
Will have to see
That atrocity
Now I don't fell my blood
Pulsate in my veins
Now I'm free
Now I'm dead
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