Pathogenic thoughts, a guilty conscienceThe mock of society, a dreaded
Souls ripped away, never see the light againBroken bodies, twisted
Try to hide the screams insideSupersede your own remorseSee the
Scared of being me, the faith in me is dyingReality
we have come to a timeWhen living is a crimeLive
Violent despair emerge in shadowsCraving for reflectionWisdom fades in a
What are we approaching now?Inhabitants of sarcasm?a better life to
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