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Day after day upon my grave flowers turn gray, how can I lay
I feel my spirit seekin' its pit just like a lost little kid

I had a life inexhausted, my heart used to pound with merriment
Flowers of wrath have things to tell; as if time is a deep well

Past life died

Chorus:
The children being fed with hate don't believe in love
The children being fed with hate don't believe in respect

Emptiness is not gonna end, where are you my fucken friend
I comfort myself with other loves, all good things die one by one

Past life hidden at memories, sick of seein' changing faces
By doin' that we'll be scattered we'll be all exhausted

Past life died

Chorus

Past life died

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