Pure hatred breeds behind hypocrism
Sharpening the iron while they’re parching for our blood
Manipulating everything, who’s holding all the cards?
Misanthropy, malevolence, that’s all that we have
Fake identities, malformed mirror-selves
There’s no one else out there, who knows what they really are
We dig too deep and the roots have grabbed our arms
Our obduracy has become our grave
Salt to the wound, sand to the eye
Don’t expect mercy from anyone around
There’s no one else out there, who knows what they really are
We dig too deep and the roots have grabbed our fucking arms
All the answers are written with blood
Bodies of the weak willed are piling up
Just wandering around, between the ruins of our lives
There’s no one else out here, who knows what they really are
In search of solace and peace, the road is paved by death
We dig too deep, asphyxiated in the depths
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