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Everything tells me I'm falling from grace.
Essence of life slipping from place to place.
The arms lie restless, but the finger won't obey.
Picture are coming of darkness and decay.
The mirror is staring with the eyes of a serpent.
While the voices shout repent! Repent...
What could it be this repulsing deed.
My curiosity is planting the everlasting seed.
A burst of pain arise inside my rib cage.
I would know why if I was a sage.
Enough of this formality.
I'm slipping towards insanity.
All of the walls are starting to move.
From this point I can only improve.
Morbid visions cloud my mind.
Making me wish I was born as blind.
Such is my mentality.
This is who I will always be.
Essence of life slipping from place to place.
The arms lie restless, but the finger won't obey.
Picture are coming of darkness and decay.
The mirror is staring with the eyes of a serpent.
While the voices shout repent! Repent...
What could it be this repulsing deed.
My curiosity is planting the everlasting seed.
A burst of pain arise inside my rib cage.
I would know why if I was a sage.
Enough of this formality.
I'm slipping towards insanity.
All of the walls are starting to move.
From this point I can only improve.
Morbid visions cloud my mind.
Making me wish I was born as blind.
Such is my mentality.
This is who I will always be.
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jag är arg för att jag vägrar bli rättad av ett barn? >.>
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