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Endless Nights

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Volume One

 
 
 

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Endless Nights”

 

 

Endless Nights, losing fights

I've seen my time, living my life, is it a crime?

Does it look like I give a fuck

that I ran out of luck, and now I'm stuck

haunted by these endless nights, blinded by these bright lights

seduced by your hate, now my emotions you sedate

crawling back on my broken hands and feet

deflowering everything that is right and neat

throwing away any hopes for salvation

living in this lie of mutilation

I am forced to eat the shit you throw

but what you don't know, is that my anger will grow

in your lives that I will consume

bringing forth your fucking doom

for in my eyes, your diseased flies

your existence is nothing but lies

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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