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The creator is the traitor
Procreation, procreation
Will you help to find the key
Even if it lasts eternally?

Am I inside
This world of glass?
As ghosts of grief
Control my needs

The ritual has now begun
I lose my past, I am free
As all around me turns to scum
And sinks into the sea

Submission, demolition
As the world we know explodes
As another day shows another trail
That you follow into a hollow

It's more than everything and less than nothing
It has no sense
But it's the truth
It's like a prison without rules

Consume the scum of the earth
The pain begins with birth
The mysteries that I've been told
Are all the sceneries I now behold
The sea cleans everything
The sea cleans all my wounds
The sea is the blood
Of this savage god
It's the dark side of life, obnoxious
And to seize this mystery
You have to trust all you can't see

Into a hollow of ghosts
Into a landslide forbidden
Where all we know
Has no more worth in this riddle

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