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As if a strange desire crushes my soul
I'm holding my breath, but i'm tearing away... My eyes are refusing the light There's nothing I do, just wait for the night Gone with my sanity, wandering during the day... Wicked thoughts...there's nothing more I can say I think i'm becoming a ghoul A monster inside me has got to break free...not right now but soon... And nothing seems real, I don't like what I see It doesn't matter to me... Cruelty is the weapon of choice, we live in a world full of noise A world that is breaking apart... Maybe it's just a wrong state of mind, but what happened to art? Everything within my sight...lack of poise... Oh...I can't stand it! The noise! When flying by wings of the night As you fall asleep... dreaming what your heart feels is right No questions disturb the stillness of your thought... Your ignorance is so peaceful...wretched foul! Tranquility, silence and peace... who summoned the ghoul? Imagine your body in crumbles and the crumbles rot. Life happens so fast, yours has come to an end You know something was wrong Unable to link to this world...you were strong... The revenant of death needs truth to be fed But all things you believed in were lies
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