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I have seen with no eyes

Smelled my own shame

I have fed the hand of time

No blood runs within

Mothers,daughters disgrace is on its way

What part do you sell the most ?

Unfailing counting of numbers, is what makes your teeth files for

Daughters and brides have sent off their resignation

Heart decay, pity and mercy are buried with it

Slowly defacing our kind

Bruises and rusty knees have been butchered but paid

But if it’s seems that you’re popular sinner

Infinit potential to bottomless empires

They will shut your eyes to knock themself out

You write their plight as long as our desires

This play takes place where humans die

Fraying my lungs to begging to let me out of my misery

Pain, the pain, i feel nothing but pain