Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset
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spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces
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The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb
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life is running 'way against the sad light of the day the left shreds in my hands
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Blood in the empty, forgotten tins cut off heads, strange creations of the nature
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the bulbs, black lights from under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth
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I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine
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the grimace of scream has twisted my face anxiety in the death and cold eyes
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The tyrant of life triumphed
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Anxiety
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| Cemetery Of Scream |
