I'm making the rules
So, please leave me alone
I'll use only your face
I'll be the great forgiver
You'll be just the fever
I'm putting a price to our soul
Deep inside, sometimes I ashamed of you
Listening the lies you need to say about me
Every time I can feel your decline
Where is now your soul?
Who is the real owner?
Dies Irae, Dies illa
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