Are we real?
Is this real?
I can't tell
In this dreadful realm
I don't know why I am here
Hanging in a tree of Gethsemane
I only know that no logic reigns here
I don´t know how to escape
I can't see, speak or hear
I can't feel nothing but fear
Waiting for the end of my days
I succumb to scales of grey
Never be the same
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The stench of dead
We are trapped like rats
Looking for a messiah
No enlightement, no hope for us
We are toxic scum
without a purpuse
No enlightement, no hope for us
Never be the same
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The stench of dead
We are trapped like rats
Looking for a messiah
No enlightement, no hope for us
We are toxic scum
without a purpuse
No enlightement, no hope for us
Do you understand now? No? Right. You can't understand because it has no meaning.
You are here without purpose and there is no way to escape
Only death have a true meaning. Other concepts are worthless
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