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In this life we die within, following our body is deceased

Like a parasite life eats every oxygen that we breathe

Bloody sight is what the future holds, can’t you see my hole

An empty hole that I can’t resist, everyday the volume increase

Schizophrenic because illusions and delusion is what I see



The fresh water that once flowed now releases toxic fumes

Thousands of bullet holes and wounds caused by my everyday war

Mutilation of my soul is the result of life on this world

Van Gogh paints my everyday starry nights

How detailed should I be to draw my state of mind