Does blood ever spill
Of those who took the final race ?
Why do I say these words ?
These feelings are besides my own
Living, giving, striking
Dying to do our best
A dead will burned to misery
As infinity consumes the Mind
(solo: P.G.)
Drown...
Infernal blindness salutes with rotten lips
Possessive imagination
Retarded remains cremation
Fear falls to human forms
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