Feel The Edge Of Your Weapon
Sanguinum
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I see everything withers
I wish were never born
Alone and without hope
My soul feels a great emptiness
I are very tired
The joy will never return
I don't lose momentum
Feel the edge of my weapon
My arms ask for cuts
The blades desire blood
Pieces of mutilated meat
Needles penetrate my skin
Naked in the middle of the forest
Bled and very tired
My mouth feel the metal of my shotgun
I shot in my fucking head
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