This world is eating you inside
And you become so clean.
You cannot think, you cannot fight,
You’re only dead machine.
This world is taking out your soul,
And you begin to die.
You cannot love, your heart is cold,
And you begin to lie.
This world is full of awful sins,
And sins are said aloud.
The sins are living in your dreams,
The dreams of crazy crowd.
The death of world is coming soon.
Your time goes to the end.
Damn you! The night of blackest moon
Will clear this sinful land.
16.07,2008
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