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Immersed

In a suffering consciousness.

Repulsive

Against any tranquillity.

Inner fight

Feeds myself with hate.

Torment’s like a salvation tome

A struggle which is sick and disgusting.

Deceived by a life I once loved.

Absurdity’s striking down my brain

I’m screaming for a vengeance

Which is only directed against me.

I am no one, I am fulfilled

With frustration, I have to kill.

Conquering…pain

You have to die to be someone.

I shooted these bastards

Who thought they were chosen.

Bullets are incarnating my pain.

My heavy hate has to kill them

Now that my needs are fulfilled

I have to go ahead this life

Dying to prove that I’m someone

Thanks to the guns my frustration’s gone