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Black holes are filled
By the tears of the sun
Submerging feces from a stinking mind
Black holes are filled
He won't deny all his crimes
They're running in, his conscience cries
Black holes are filled
Mourning won't change his fate
His tears flow like blood of innocent beggars dead

Suddenly god exists
Now all his prayers... are crocodile tears made of blood

This dirty mess a life as become
From hedonism and drug abuse to illusions on a fragile mind
In this struggle there's no fate for the weak
(The beaten down)

His murder initiation was an involuntary homicide
Feeding his lust to kill
Black holes are filled
A crescending brutality on a sharp butchery (paradox)
His surgery (remains) flawless
Black holes are filled
His gruesome pathetic existence
Won't deny the weight of his crimes
Killing for sport, and addictive climax brought (to him)
Desolation
This cruelty persistence will justify the weight of his crime

From hedonism and drug abuse to illusions on a fragile mind
In this struggle there's no fate for the weak
(The beaten down)

Black holes are filled

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