Cur$ed by the old ones centuries ago
Programs built and done, aim exist no more
Targets are unlocked, lost on their own ways
---»But my guns are cocked all along these days
Re-generation…
Looking up into low and fired sky
Nothingness and pain that is just to find
Tot@lly my life dropped and pol@rized
From your almost blind, cruel and blood-baptized
Re-generation…
»»»Jacket made of $teel, shaped for endle$$ war
Personality crushed and cleaned for sure
But I need someone to approve my being
And I raise my gun, @nd I spre@d my wings
Re-generation…
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