Today will decide my fate
If you live near of hypocrites
Or die as a pauper
It's all in my hands

Loved ones left me
No more reason to feel happy
Tears are in my body
You will never cry

One shot, pouring down Brains
no pain, no back, no nothing
I'll be forever buried
My flesh and bones preserved embalmed

Filthy are the
people you want
Only people handling
To be useful to useless?
It's all hands on mine
The last days are coming
Decide everything in one shot
Longer suffer

Comforting or hypocrites

with my death...

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