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Something’s victimized

In the prime of life

Blessed and martyrized

Time in you believes,

Your freedom of speech retrieves

Preciously

Trap, in which you’re gonna cry

in which you’re gonna be insane,

is far away from the new-born shell

And alongside the hidden death

Trap, in which you’re gonna rise

in which you’re gonna be sane,

the crap that you deify

turns suddenly from black to white

Slow cascade

Just a fuckin’ battlefield for a soldier

Slow cascade

Just a fuckin’ lie

Battlefield for a soldier (that dies ...)

Something has been stylized

even though there is no light

inside there ain't no life

Structural yelding

brought to unnatural bravery

to turn the fact

Trap, in which you’re gonna cry

in which you’re gonna be insane,

is deeper than what you know as hell

it sounds like an heavy and distant bell

Losing all controls in misery

It hurts you like a razor-blade

No matter what they say

The flavour of the madness needs to change

The shadow of a new world fell,

Turned suddenly from black to white

Louder than the rowdiest day

My soul screams under sorcery