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Your loss of life prays as you sign

in your psycho state of mind.

I'm sick of all lies, look fireflies.

You tried and you tried handle the game

but things will always stay the same

it all begun, with no sun

Drown into sleep for awhile

dive in to a world thru my eyes (there's no spinning dice).

In your cute and sweet liberation

there is no use for a major celebration

here my words on your street there's no light.

You stabbed and you stabbed and killed your own game

you really should be ashamed

it all begun, with no sun.