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there is no way to see the gate

but that way always controlling my mind

mysteries of our life, ending by death

lying in cold floor, grey of the wall

sign of the scratch hand count a day

can't think about tomorrow

coz today only hope

there's no fuckin place

since I was born......

the moon painted with my tears

and the sun tasted my blood

the street hear my scream

'bout all my desperate

I'm in pain 'bout the sickening wheels

confuse between reality and dream

a lot of mirror surrounding me

shadows, black dream always come

pressure from all side

crush and destruct

expenable reality

dissapointed is naturally

pain isnothing, death will coming

I drown in my buried