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Eat... stuff yourself with food while I'm dying inside

to extinguish our race for improving an unrepairable damage

a single unforeseeable action can give the way to precise conscious movements

I could bet on it

a tribute to madness

a powerful beacon enlightens my isolation

squashed inside an anvil entangled with doubts

I chew my truth and only appreciate my gesture

I relied in a better come out

a room crowded with bodies of unknown faces, searching and praising inadequacy

there's still someone who believes in reproduction

a dull epoch that has no future

deaf and proud I answer to your questions

I had expected it better

nailed down to the ground back to the wall I can smell skins stinking of your sweat

a phobia followed by paranoia

feeding their insomnia they make the best out of vitality loss

it exhausts all hopes

amaze me with your inconsistent hero

a creepy one spoilt and whiny wants to teach me how to live

there's still someone who believes in reproduction

a dull epoch that has no future

deaf and proud I answer to your questions

I had expected it better

nailed down to the ground back to the wall I can smell skins stinking of your sweat

a phobia followed by paranoia

always hunted