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You call me a loser

You threaten me at night

You call me a ghost

Who disappears in the lies

You call me a crawler

So many names as you like

You call me a joke

But in the end I will smile

Crucified I am alone

Oh it will hurt the most

When you are gone

Thirty eight cells satisfied paralised shocked

Oh it will hurt the most

Worn and torn

You call me a loser

You threaten me at night

You call me a ghost

Who disappears in the lies

Crucified I am alone

Oh it will hurt the most

When you are gone

Thirty eight cells satisfied paralised shocked

Oh it will hurt the most

Worn and torn

Violent blue in the sky

Colourfulness suicide

Chosen for greeding the slaves all the time

Worn and torn