I'll never be the same, breaking decencyDon't be tree trunk,
I'd meet you in wrongBury all then I would be
Hear me spit on you, wither IRemold into gold and
We are beggers, we're blownAnd I will meet you fourth
The Journey of dreams is for realfeel the senses, look
Watch me With your eyesBeen giving GodA paedophileI want to
By day and nightAlways in fightWithin yourself...The blackness of lightShadows
Done feeding, I leaned back head rested on the couch's
No means no lie now find out what you get
Nerve, Here I born feeding on his lungVerve, is his
Millions of people, will there be oneHolding the key, can
To be forced under I look unto your home becauseWe
Filled with fire, the eyes of mineCutting deeper than a
In the shades of darknessBehind the gloomy sunSilent souls will
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