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Destruction of an era, destitution of death-illusion

Nobody seems to stand and nothing is eternal

I saw manipulation, man-kind is lost

Society crossed my way and then torn me apart

Leave alone, i made my death style

Building my life upon the scum

Just killing time i made my death style

Teaching the others how to feel

Insurrection of population, war against yourself

Suicide become last hope and nobody is around

The inner forest raises dead, but an angel wait's you there

The hidden treasure is you soul, can't you recognize it?

I saw manipulation, it is the end times

Society failed again, you' re another walking corpse