Chaotic Propaganda
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Chaotic Propaganda
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When I was in the gates of hell
I could felt its breath in my chest
The Devil's thorns sorrounded me
As I looked to the sky with disdain
And this painfully tormented soul
Will forever be Alone!
I became a disposable shit
All that I never wanted to be
So as you read in this filthy note
That I wrote with my own dirty blood
There is nothing more to achieve
In this fucking world for me!
Fuck your money, fuck your car, fuck you!
Fuck your home, fuck your job, fuck your soul!
Fuck the stars, fuck the sky, fuck this life!
Fuck the sun, fuck the moon, fuck the light!
Fuck this world, fuck the time, fuck this shit!
INTO CHAOS... FOREVER FREE!
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