| FLEETING SHIP OF DEATH: February '04 Jaded men walk free through life, soulless beings, corruption is rife, why am I bound, people spit on me in passing by, no objection, not a sound... I walk to the end, eyes on the ground, is life on the mend, floating carcass takes me away, no angels to be found... You call this heaven, I call this damnation, he laughs at us from afar, master of the crossbreeding manifestation... Your eternal smile, like a disease, cancer of the mind, the uncontrollable is seized... |
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