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the same ritual every morning
i hate it all and i could kill

now it's time for
my daily horror-show
to reject emotions
to try to walk through hell

working for
aliving i do
what i know
from my worst dreams
i'm a part
of a machine
...butfucked by destiny...
like a whore
on the streets
i sell myself...
...why so cheap?

like a puppet like a tool
in somebody's hands
closed in an unseen rusty cage
i senseless vegetate

i see a face in the mirror
is it me or someone else?

where are all my
childhood's hopes and dreams?
all optimism-
-crushed by reality

only my nightmares have become real
and now i am buttfucked by my destiny

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