The hollowed out
The heart
Is carved for
The serenity
Serene of course
The tension
Tollesence and every mood
Tied to the skin
The hollowed out
The same old blood
And by every day
The clear is to condemn or give a glove?
You fucking problem
When to live in the world of noise
The sorrow is not
The pain
When you lose control
The pain kills the soul
The pain to recite
Come in, come in
Come in, come in to recite
Consume the world
Companion to horror
And fear
And pain
And
Satisfaction of suffering
The reality broken shapes
The hollowed out
The heart
Is carved for
The serenity
Serene of course
The tension
Tollesence and every mood
Tied to the skin
The hollowed out
The same old blood
And by every day
The clear is to condemn or give a glove?
You fucking problem
When to live in the world of noise
The sorrow is not
The pain
When you lose control
The pain kills the soul
The pain to recite
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