My time to go away
I've never been so lost
Forgiven by your pray
And damned by your cold
My time to passing through
The deserts of the hell
On spearhead of the tune
Sounds of the infernal bell
My time to bleeding now
The worms are eating my heart
Tearing by hands of the crowd
The crying becoming to loud
The words of saints are wrong
The way to piece is trap
Nobody's to belong
The calm leads to mad
The senseless sacrifices
Now are hitting down
Diseased all, only rises
The feeling of the numb
The eyes are crying blood
My mouth to dry to scream
The breath is to hot
The mission, test, extreame
The only day you live
The only day you die
The lonely life is sweeps
The lonely man in crime
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