Wasting time thinking which fork will give discomfort to the thoughts of a man
We are the jealous guards of reasons, behind the common fear of end UP in hell
Hidden faces colored, we feed in agony appear what we are
None of you, nobody has ever had that much admired carefree
Stop selling yourself, for what you've never been
For all the times you made me believe
This one's for you, reaper of yourself
Fuck you and your bullshit sense of respect, i have my regrets.
To live in this dump, everyday we should race till the win of the most grunge
If this is what will be, no matter the pain, no matter how people falling apart
Stop selling yourself, for what you've never been
For all the times you made me believe
This one's for you, reaper of yourself
Fuck you and your bullshit sense of respect, i have my regrets.
Fuck your healing, you're screwed by a long part of time, who's got eaten your mind?
These are the words of someone who has lost, the will to listen yet you goats.
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