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We both come from two different worlds (each one psychotic)
Your words, my thoughts harmonized into a bitter crime

Controlled by no one
Our paths are set in stone
In a cemetery of trust and death

Forget her for a moment
I'm speaking to the one other
That will not follow
But walk by my side

Through the woods we smoke

Better you than me to crush our enemies
For a gala of pain I can't host
So I turn to you my mystic friend, my ghost

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