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Looking around me, I see
A gossamer of lies and intrigues.
Built by insult and betration,
When all is destroys to the bricks.
Clod in throat,
I’ve got the clod in throat from you,
Throttles me like screw.
Throttles me like screw.
Imaging the cemetery,
Where I lie.
I cant suffer anymore,
With this I want only die.
Suffocate me a gallows knot,
Harden every second like a stone,
This clod in throat.
It pressures me strong,
Orders suffering to death.
Clutching by hands for the wall,
Try to catch the last breath.
Clod in throat,
I’ve got the clod in throat from you,
Throttles me like screw.
Throttles me like screw.
Imaging the cemetery,
Where I lie.
I cant suffer anymore,
With this I want only die.
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Gnaw the ground
Tie the wound…
Burden in hands,
Burden in soul.
Escape from the chase,
To this cold embrace.
Start this
Endless, endless race.
Bleeding scars burst,
Anxious soul feels worst.
Carrying remembrance,
Running to cold and sever lands.
Escape from the chase,
To this cold embrace.
Start this
Endless, endless race.
Storm!
Slow…
Wrong, hatred seed, the sun I can not see.
Shredding skin, get a sin.
Crawling exhaust, breath much stronger frost,
Spit the bile, soil the snow with blood I lost.
Stepping on the tiny ice.
Snow and wind blows scorching my eyes.
Stepping on the tiny ice.
Snow and wind blows scorching my eyes.
Dying and fall, execration,
Crack under hands, dropping down
Crawling exhaust, breath much stronger frost,
Spit the bile, soil the snow with blood I lost.
Stepping on the tiny ice.
Snow and wind blows scorching my eyes.
Stepping on the tiny ice.
Snow and wind blows scorching my eyes.
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Oh, my darling! You get the strong attraction.
Oh, my little! You are my obsession.
Oh, my good! You give me the protection.
You bring me hope, your bring my salvation.
Magic bottle, we've got an alcoholocaust.
Magic bottle, with you today we fuse the frost.
Oh, my darling! Your shine is so perfect.
Oh, my little! You don’t need the correct.
Oh, my good! I met my ideal.
With you we got new deal.
My heart needs a little drop.
We compose a perfect blues.
And we have nothing to choose.
So, lets get fun and make me good.
Life is perfect game,
So don’t stop and pour again.
Mourning became holiday.
And now I’m such OK!
Magic bottle,
We've got an alcoholocaust.
Magic bottle,
With you today we fuse the frost.
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