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Sweet disorder, entering here

I enjoy, I want to receive human fear

Chaotic mess, doors open to anarchy

The doors to my kingdom see my monarchy

So I hate, it gains my strength

So I feel the joy, to see you fade away

Wake up and search, your empty head

Try to hope your skull still stays in place

See appearance not normal

Feel your torture is cold and formal

Taste the bitter speech of the toxic tongue

Waste hypocrite life, rope is ready to hang

I'm obsessed, by this way I've chosen

The way that I walk, endless path, I'm frozen

Even the way, is straight and middle,

I can't stand that infernal ripple, I'm ready to hang

See appearance not normal

Feel your torture is cold and formal

Taste the bitter speech of the toxic tongue

Waste hypocrite life, rope is ready to hang

Gtr solo by Mikko Kähkönen

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