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A Part Of My Collapse - text


No hope
Only the blind see the hope for a better world
And what the fuck is this all for?
We exist like a plague, like a fucking virus
Our instinct to survive replaced by cross stitched eyes
And now the screams of suffering are all that fill the night
As we march ourselves blindly to our demise.
To the end of our lives
We've become the masters our own destruction
We've built our own coffins
We've dug our own graves
Carried the supplies to our demise to bury ourselves alive
Covered our own bodies in this toxified soil
Lifeless we lay in eternal slumber
Free from the misery that we have created

Text přidal roman59

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