Life, I blame your minds that get a pain
They're always rising over crime
They want my skin, collapsing my brain
Their better healing is rainworm cry
They cast me over that quivering shroud
They're overflowing of hatred inside
And now I'm longing for burning alive
And never see their rainstorm night
(This time, we go back to life
This time, I'm gonna gethcha)
Cries, cradling a ghoul, hooded my pain
And there's no evenfall of life
No rainfall time, engraves me inside
the better healing is a haunted sigh
They cast me over that quivering shroud
They're overflowing of hatred inside
And now I'm longing for burning alive
And never see their rainstorm night
(This time, they'll go deep in the dark)
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