I walk with a surrounding of dust.
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The reapers following.
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A condemned club for both weak and poor.
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I tear my new flesh. Ripping and wearing it out.
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Trying to rise in a cast only I know exists.
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Abstaining my yesterday. Welcome my tomorrow.
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Let the present lead. Head my inner bleed.
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My acts of foolishness. Victimize the perpetual soil.
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I, I, I, I die alone.
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Screaming, fighting and tearing my inside.
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Screaming fight in me.
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This is the first trace of a weak show.
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I know that as I take my first step into this freak
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show. Lying down on the cold concrete.
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Surrounded by my own stench. Panic rising,
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Takes me further. This room has never looked this
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Beautiful before.
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A Condemned Club
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Nightrage |