I'm a prisoner this flesh that it's rotten
I have to decide between a degraded life or rest of death
Moral suicide, oppressed psychosis
Ironic decision, infamous delusions
I don't recognized my own carcass
I'm hiding in a fetid basement, I feel scare of my own face
Moral suicide, oppressed psychosis
Ironic decision, infamous delusions
I try to live by hope or to die by liberty
Who's earn with my life?
Who's earn with my death?
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