Waking Up
Covered in depression of fake desieres, coveting the embrace of chronic liars,
Caos come to life, behold my demon,eternal exzistance of hells semon.
Floating in fire that burns so cold, my salvation slowley being sold.
Tradition overcoming my belief, hope has been stole by a common thief.
Drowning in sorrows, that fill my dreams, never understanding what anything
means.
Confused and dazed, from visions inside, my mentality running to escape and hide.
Reality overturned sending me off balence, needs and wants of violence in malice.
In this self-made hell im doomed to stay, begining at the end when i start the day.
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