In time and need,
No one will be there to save you,
As mintues push us towards death,
I stop and think,
We are all whores in are own seduction,
Only numbness is left,
Beliveing in so many lies,
If I could only close my eyes,
Never opening,
Feeling the bliss,
Truh extacy,
Flowing through my vains,
Its only sickness,
Only reason we live,
Is to live for are death.
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