time passes by but i still feel the same
i'm so tired of being played in this game
silence's around me,loneliness's my second skin
is desire to be better such a sin
is the wish to disappear all i have left
is taking a soul from a body considered a theft
so many have died,"got robbed of their lives"
the robber will sell them for a much better price
high towers you live in are all made of shit
we're all covered with the same fuckin' lid
with holes for stars so we can't see through the light
the world that's above,so selfish and bright
God and Satan have made a hell of a deal
burning us slowly on hell's filthy grill
i get stomped in the mud but still begging for more
God is a pimp,life is a whore
i'd slit my own throat and bathe in my blood
Devil's a crackhead,death is a slut...
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