There are obsessions in my head,
When time will come, they'll make me mad.
And the possession creates tup,
The person's dead from the neck up.
Would you enjoy the perfect lie?
Or you prefer to do your mind?
Somehow I will destroy all sins,
But every have some evil twins.
I'll never say that it's alright,
I don't like living in mankind.
We're all alone in our graves,
The sea will wash us of by waves.
Inners
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