Trough the mask, it's hard to see
Past all the noise of ignorance, it's difficult to hear
By blood it can be tasted, start a killing spree
With loneliness it must be smelt, isolate
But why bother, death will make you feel it.
Past all the noise of ignorance, it's difficult to hear
By blood it can be tasted, start a killing spree
With loneliness it must be smelt, isolate
But why bother, death will make you feel it.
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