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Everything could stop and I would never care
Sometimes I close my eyes and stare at the darkness
Ever increasing in mass and density
Defiance, alliance, reliance...
Tortured souls will haunt us
Never a part of your fairytale world
Confusion is out to confuse
I cannot be occupied by this, our dead world.
The voices inside are talking
In emotional purgatory
The cancer I will become
As if I were human too.
Freezing terrors infest us
The Song of Songs, composed by Love.
(ich(nicht wirklich) + http://peeved.org/angst/am2020.html)
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