Unspoken words left behind
The truth that doesn`t want to be unloaded
Disturbed thoughts, distracted play
The rain of misery is on it`s way
How soiled their blood can be
The rottenness captured their inside
Pronounced truth with delighted smile
Now it`s our turn to molest
Don`t fool yourself
Don`t waste your time
Your spot is reserved
In suicide line
How does it feel to be
Like a toy in the game of false hope
You decided to be what you are
But you can`t see yourself through the eyes of truth
How does it feel to be
Like a toy in the game of false hope
You decided to be what you are
But you didn`t saw the sign of the misery path
Beg for mercy now,
When you are weak to resist!
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