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Mortification is our lives mountain which is so hand to a claim

Hold me now, as I’m falling down

Morbid is my mind, mottled with subdue

Morbid is my mind, Mottled with subdue

Mutual, just different to me, The mature of insanity

As I’m falling down, the mountain of my life

I close my eyes, I try to fly

I spread my wings wide through the air

As I get free from all despair

The kingdom it belongs to me, The kingdom of my fantasy

Burning, crying I am urging to the ground

Freedom, it can’t be found, By weird thoughts I will be haunt

As I smash into the ground

Onto the ground I will fall

The winds is blowing cold

I cannot breathe, fear of miasma

Waiting for the millennium we’re getting old

Metaphors, alliance with absurdity

Broken are the wings I once spread

I wonder where are the thresholds to death

The kingdom, it belongs to me, The kingdom of my fantasy

The chaos, it is haunting me, The chaos called reality…