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Something’s victimized
In the prime of life
Blessed and martyrized
Time in you believes,
Your freedom of speech retrieves
Preciously

Trap, in which you’re gonna cry
in which you’re gonna be insane,
is far away from the new-born shell
And alongside the hidden death

Trap, in which you’re gonna rise
in which you’re gonna be sane,
the crap that you deify
turns suddenly from black to white

Slow cascade
Just a fuckin’ battlefield for a soldier
Slow cascade
Just a fuckin’ lie
Battlefield for a soldier (that dies ...)

Something has been stylized
even though there is no light
inside there ain't no life
Structural yelding
brought to unnatural bravery
to turn the fact

Trap, in which you’re gonna cry
in which you’re gonna be insane,
is deeper than what you know as hell
it sounds like an heavy and distant bell

Losing all controls in misery
It hurts you like a razor-blade
No matter what they say
The flavour of the madness needs to change
The shadow of a new world fell,
Turned suddenly from black to white

Louder than the rowdiest day
My soul screams under sorcery

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