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Black holes are filled

By the tears of the sun

Submerging feces from a stinking mind

Black holes are filled

He won't deny all his crimes

They're running in, his conscience cries

Black holes are filled

Mourning won't change his fate

His tears flow like blood of innocent beggars dead

Suddenly god exists

Now all his prayers... are crocodile tears made of blood

This dirty mess a life as become

From hedonism and drug abuse to illusions on a fragile mind

In this struggle there's no fate for the weak

(The beaten down)

His murder initiation was an involuntary homicide

Feeding his lust to kill

Black holes are filled

A crescending brutality on a sharp butchery  (paradox)

His surgery  (remains)  flawless

Black holes are filled

His gruesome pathetic existence

Won't deny the weight of his crimes

Killing for sport, and addictive climax brought  (to him)

Desolation

This cruelty persistence will justify the weight of his crime

From hedonism and drug abuse to illusions on a fragile mind

In this struggle there's no fate for the weak

(The beaten down)

Black  holes are filled