Mind Leprosy
Verse 1:
My soul doesn't exist...
The morning mist lets me in,
I swallow burning coals,
This is the end, the end of my mind...
Verse 2:
The sorrow of stardust,
Like rust in a censer.
It boils and flows
Through the veins.
Perversion, thirst...
Verse 3:
Greedily draining a deep cup to the bottom...
Rotten cuts dig deep into mucous insides.
Mind leprosy...
Abandoned agony in the wards...
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