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Life coming apart reaching to lies to get back to start

Blind to the truth I seek my redemption through excessive use

Try to figure it out but all I’m left with is constant doubt

Drugged my rational declines reliving my past forever I’m blind

Down depression my friend, its firm grip is having no end

Court my life but its cold no warmth is found where there is no soul

Bait the end of me I’ve said my fair wells to my enemies

Choked, the rope hung well, it’s time to welcome my coming hell

It’s the beginning of the end and the lords dead to me

Gods turn their backs to men broken by the earth

It’s the beginning of the end the birth of insanity

I can tell by the look on your face that I’m already dead