Senile strained hand ascends over dawn
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Trying to reach inanimate faces
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And no one ever has felt misanthropy
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Freezing ice like igniting pearl
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Water flows a sorrow to emptiness
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Deriding thoughts from a dead will to the distance
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In the time from strenght to debility
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Little child aligning dead hearts to appeasing air
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Nothing's alive nothing stands anymore
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There's left only silence and lowness
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Everything that they could understand
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They deny it over and over
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In the state from weakness to perfection
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It forces my shoulders harder and lower
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If I could I would rise over anguished cries
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Over my cry that no one has heard
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For the first time the thoughts are escaping
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Can you see I'm older and older
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Want to leave this century's old day
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If the world isn't the inner of myself
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I'be been sold
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Segregated holocaust
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Unaffected
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Holocaust of segregation
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I'be been sold
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Segregated holocaust
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Unaffected
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Holocaust of segregation
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In my own peace
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The blood of my heart is dry as a bleakness
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Descending down to pieces and pieces
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To the ground that encloses nothingness
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A hand close to death won't feel the last strain
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I'be been sold
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Segregated holocaust
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Unaffected
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Holocaust of segregation
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I'be been sold
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Segregated holocaust
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Unaffected
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Holocaust of segregation
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In my own peace
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Nothing's alive nothing stands anymore
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There's left only silence and lowness
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Everything that they could understand
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They deny it over and over
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I'be been sold
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Segregated holocaust
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Unaffected
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Holocaust of segregation
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I'be been sold
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Segregated holocaust
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Unaffected
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Holocaust of segregation
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In my own peace
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Segregated Holocaust
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Am I Blood |