Desperate thoughts of distant years
Bitter and violent dreams
Poison myself in vain of life
With cruel and hard pills
Killing the very source of life
Killing the sense of existence
Inaction, apathy, despair
A constant repeat of a moral escape
That could be proved by a moral
I'm a reflect, I'm a reflector
Of a big weakening vice
Depression, anorexia, self-hatred and fear
Of a system that took from me
Of a power that loves to steal from the hands of time
To war with drunken peace
To feel myself a power deeply
To realize no matter what it means
I stopped to find what I needed for
To drop it all in this fucking place
To drop it all in this fucking place
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