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For each time you blink your eyes and stare into another bright day

You can't walk away.



As you wake from your murderous somber and fight the demons of tomorrow

You can't wash away the tears



The truth holds its form in the deepest forms of deceptions and lie

You can't hold yourself up



In stillness lives blindness that is all the pleasures of the entire world

Nothing can offer you any sort of pleasurable comfort anymore



Your thoughts violently spiral into a downward cycle of disturbed delusions

There's no difference anymore between reality and nightmares



Humanity is misconception, for the world has already collapsed in your lap

All those things that you onced loved have now turned into pretty pieces of your self-hatred



So much hatred, gives so little to offer to anyone of anything else

For through the blazing flames one cannot bear the cross of dumping another dead body

on all of these still fresh ashes



I'm disconnected as the edges of my vision reach a blurry fate

the truth is a perfect lie...



A perfect little dirty paradise



It is not the speed of the pain, but the truth which kills.