Everything started with a bullet
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bursting out my head.
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The wind blowing with anger,
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sunshine can't warm me,
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an intense cold runs through my spine.
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Only loneliness in my wondering soul.
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The despair is increasing,
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I can't control my feelings.
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My body is contorning in pain,
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screams cut me like razors.
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The silence is just a illusion,
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I can't scream for help.
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I found the way to my ancient home,
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In a lapse of time I could saw my parents.
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They can't hear my voice,
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They can't feel my touch,
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Sorrow is all that I can feel.
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That face was so close to me,
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plunged in blood!!!
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I can see my friends crying in dispair,
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under my bed lies a young body,
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plunged in blood pieces of a head,
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in all places the gore is spreaded.
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When I looked to that disformed face,
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I could feel the hand, of Satan...
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...taking my soul back to hell!!!
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Plunged In Blood
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| Sarcofago |
