7 th Symphony
Wandering into the mist of loneliness,
The loneliness of the desperation,
Slowly crawls into my skin deep into the wounds.
I wonder in the wander, passion, pain of fire,
Picture this I won’t last till the end.
Shed it off, burn it off, rip it off,
Uncover yourself from the fascist face of life.
Cold yet it may seem, you are still lost,
Keep on pressing the button, the ice machine is still cold,
Seven life, and the satisfaction you crave for,
Are you living it up to the dream you were born for,
Suck it in, deep within, those worms will eat you,
And at the end you will desire to burn out yourself.
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