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When i called to earth from my spirit
never knew the suffering
and the sperm that chase survival
through the fluids was a waste
to face our fate no beauty but hate its time
to kiss the leprous decay

The most maniacal joker has taken control
in the chair of creation
the ugliest image to fight for its right
to survive and to be camouflaged
i have turned a cloud into the darkest of shrouds
were all our dreams are to be buried death
hopeless and grey is were i found myself killed
ghostly and cold to be born as a thorn

The mysterious image that i see every time
when I'm not so afraid to check me out in the mirror
the bleeding image of a lifetime of horror
a sad retribution and a contract to die

I've seen the creature pleading to be killed
when all its dreams have been nothing but horrors
not turning back when this clock gives the hour
and time has forgot that we are still alive

In the next words I'm gona step over the wounds
and to let the universe know that i don't give a fuck,
that if i was born and destined to live a burning hell
i will fight with no surrender till i give a counter strike,
it was something impossible and crazy to survive
but the legacy of heroes will be the memory of my name
and so now that you carry my memory with you,
you shall never forgive never forget
and never fucking surrender

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