Hypocrisy...
Putting fingers in my throat and awakening
Obscurity...
Killing happiness right there, inside of me.
Hypocrisy...
Tastes like blood
And it´s where my tongue is drowning
And my words are turning into golden bullets
Beneath the darkness
I´ve been left for dead
But I still can breath
To fight a world
Which has taken from me the innocence and the bliss...
...I´m falling in insanity...
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