you're appointed to phrase the truth they plunshed into darkness
I search for more I want to flee break through
no light no warmth and security I wish that everything
Sinnbild der Reinheit weiblich Geschlecht verkorperte Unschuld zarte Blute fruch
starring in my own existence denying what it's like segments
Lost down, out of control I patch myself up for
stubborn time is what we don't need they advised us
give me some respect give me my innocence back I
es ist so kalt unfruchtbar dunkel hier existiert nichts das
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