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He was born to die

and met his life

He doesn't know what's to came

Now he suffers, but doesn't care

The homicidal paranoid...

that makes death

Homicidal paranoid...

that will kill

He learned to steal

Also learned to kill

Someone cuts him, who must be

He is wicked, can't escape from this

The homicidal paranoid...

that makes death

Homicidal paranoid...

that will kill

He cames out of the shelter

Just to go on, he is in danger

But can't stop

Terror of shadows, fear of horror

His power tortures him and doesn't let him

He awaits for something to save himself

It smashes is mind as his body...

Laugh, cry, they walk side by side

Sadness to the others if you're happy

A shine in the eyes the world is opened

The cruel misery of cannot dream

A day without knowin'

He lays dawn in a deep sleep

He thanks makes and ration

Because one day he was born,

lived and died...

The homicidal paranoid...