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My mind is taking over
With particular problems,
Always fucking my life
But never caused you a trouble.

Social phenomena
Of my human hate
Is something I feed,
Holding inside before it's too late.

Maybe the god that you trust
Is used up, forbidden and lost,
His image forgotten and covered in rust,
and beautiful words that turned into dust
Are pretty fucked up.

I'm dead inside
But I'm still walking.
I love sunrise
On Sunday morning.

I thought you're an angel
But you were falling..
The god fucked up
For that I'm sorry.

The kidz are running
Down the street,
My life is еnding
six feet deep.

The eyes are empty
all tears are gone,
we're falling gently
For things we've done.

Maybe the god that you trust
Is used up, forbidden and lost,
His image forgotten and covered in rust,
and beautiful words that turned into dust
Are pretty fucked up.

Revenge is painful
Violence is amusing,
I never will be changed
My thoughts are refusing.

Social phenomena
Of my human hate
Is something I feed,
Holding inside before it's too late.


I'm dead inside
But I'm still walking.
I love sunrise
On Sunday morning.