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Here I stand alone in this empty world |
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Surrounded by dark shades and shadows |
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My skin is cold and torn apart |
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My memory is full of horrifying thoughts |
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I try to keep on living my soulless life |
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I feel my bloodless veins |
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Now I realize my journey here has just begun |
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Now I know that this is Post Mortem |
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To see this new world of my endless life |
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I know I live in paradox |
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Now I realize my journey here has just begun |
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Now I know that this is Post Mortem |
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I don't feel anything but hate and anger |
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I try to hide those feelings from my mind |
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But they keep on coming on and on |
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I don't know how to end this madness |
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As a human I failed and faded away |
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I turned the paradise into hell |
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Against my own nation I rose |
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I paint the world with bitter blood |
