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World Burns To Death Open Wound

There are those who believe that hell does not exist In a place of world-wide shamelessness A dreadful trace of heartlessness Not just of the ones who

blackness Then I act this way the beast unleashed Rabbis, monks and priests always pray for peace But it's deceased now only lives the true realance Open up the mental deaths

there; catch me if you can, catch me if you dare". At all th4ese moments, and all these daydreams, and all our breaths which dream idly into deaths, deaths: at all these deaths

Hello mirror So glad to see you my friend it's been a while Searching, fearless Where do I begin to heal this wound of self-denial? Face yourself man

of the dead march unforgiving Red web is the haven for the living Open your eyes to a world that belies All the faces of death and destruction Deep in

to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called 'home'. For one year after his death

blackness Then I act this way the beast unleashed Rabbis, monks and priests always pray for peace But it's deceased now only lives the true realance Open up the mental deaths

glimpse of a falling star Illuminating the depths of our world And burning away the pestilence of mankind. Oh my god, send your rain! There will be no more death

has been Fell off the bike more than twice But it's time to ride again This time I learned from my past falls Old wounds may re-open soon Burn 'em in