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Sitting alone in a cold space
Remembering the details of your face
You told me about the grotesque thoughts inside your mind
You told me if I search, I will find
And I found the pieces, all but one
I still don’t know what you have done
Twisting in defiance
Living with the violence
Put your hands on me and kill my faith
I feed upon your lies, you feed upon my hate




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Publicerad 2011-12-06 02:44



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