forced Mr.
What happened here is long gone in my hand,
fear enveloped me, completely burned washes
the machine at 90 degrees, away the traces of my life,
all that remains for me is looks like a mirror clean and free from dirt
How nice that, but do not ask for the world in there,
hopeless, endless loop, without any sense
The day that he has far too little hours, never time to
dark traces of the past, freed from the constraints
You're the reason I'm here, beginning without end,
tired body, lifeless, sore hands
What are you hiding there before me, behind your cleaner world
while my real self collapses?
you can not see that I've long been on the ground,
me to torture, is your pleasure
you like it if the pain cry from the body, no one can tell me it
free
I give up, you have won, I see it a,
rub the wounds again with plenty of soap, a
Who has at home, you need no more friends, you'd give your scepter
never
ago The machine is and through my nerves as well,
you laugh and are happy again
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