The cold rain began to fall
And I pine to buy oblivion
Silence became a loll
My memory was eating my vision
Wishing for my old sins to be destroyed by new ones
And here emerges my ugliness into reality
The weight of my life is collected by the ton
And death has come knocking at the door as I scream for mortality
My innocent blood has been spilt with one prick
Now I'm in the dreamy shadows of a song
Monotony of the disease has come quick
And I hear the whisper of the devil say, "Here, come along..."
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