forgotten hours fall away from time
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minute by minute his hope disappears in red wine
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he falls from heaven, anger burns his grace
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oh help him, mercy, he can't find a way out of this maze
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wrath is growing in a garden of despair
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in a land of hopelessness no one cares
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it's raining flashes when his anger cries
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he's fighting until he dies
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blaming his god, for a cure it's too late,
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despair was the father of hate
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pain and tears are the home of the hateful
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prisoned in the pain of the fallen
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i loose illusion about humanity
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we're gods and demons of our trivial insanity
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the curse of dullness makes him ill
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in times of sins and sorrow
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hate is a reason to kill
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he walks his way, too blind to see
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punishes all the sinners and falls dead on his knees
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it's growing wrath in his mind
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later you'll say there were signs
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his angry voice cries in fear
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he walks his last way with a smile
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he speaks his last words like a prayer
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Last Exit
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Bloodflowerz |