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As long as I ignore your voice I'll tell myself there's still a choice Feel free to call it "blasphemy" You know there's nothing wrong with me Your life is all about control The pain still ravishes my soul Blood's never been my enemy You know there's nothing wrong with me You deny all love, compassion and pain And I'm the one declared insane?! I'll Draw you violence's anatomy Admit it, nothing's wrong with me! My blood already frozen black So take your knife out of my back Maybe when I die I'll finally see What's really been so wrong with me

I am not actually here A shadow of a self Dismiss me as a memory Take me off your shelf I have no flesh, no blood, no soul No name and not a face Forget that which you thought you knew Undo. Delete. Erase. Remove my falsely dreamed existence From eyes and heart and head Remember I was never here And this was never read.

This paper is my world And I'm its maker My hand is an Almighty's act My black ink is light And my world is in chaos Without me By my will I create By my fury I undo By my love I feel I, change: rules") I bre     a k  e. I'm a creator of my universe of paper A prophet of my words of Man You cannot understand nor grasp You must feel.

The sun gnaws at the rotting cadaver Of a fallen dream in bed Whispers of television's parallel reality Echoing from a dead living-room The anxious smell of nothing The empty taste of longing A room overlooked A narrow hallway Bathroom to the left Bits and pieces of mess and soap The cold sensation of a wet towel The sad voice of a bleeding water tap Drip, drip, drip... Mommy couldn't repair it A dirty kitchen The disappointed smell of a breakfast unprepared The terrifying sound of a sneering cockroach A torn wrinkled kodac moment Sister in the living dead-room Too young to notice, too old to hope Mommy couldn't help it A

The days we lived were never lit For we were unconscious We sabotaged my human rights While fighting against a conscience "To live" is but a job description Have you learnt what's it like to un-pray? Well, did you ever force your God To hear what you had to say? The little voice inside my heart is here Trying to tell us lies Now we're in love with deception Deaf to blood and cries So why don't we rebel today at last? Scream with bells and chimes Stand up proud and tell the world It's guilty of our crimes Lost in hopes of false illusions There's no place for us Walk the earth so we can say we did Just like tourists in a bus

I want you to hate me I want you to fear It shows that you see me it proves I'm still here

Hope is beyond the sky Death is beyond my cry Evil is beyond misery Pain is beyond mystery And love, it's beyond history So were you and I.

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Hello traitor, feel at home Here's the hell in which I roam Try forgetting what you see Every time you look at me You wish to silent out the cries? Then by all means, take my eyes Now you'll be their servant too And I don't need them to see you What have I done, my hands unclean How did I conjure this machine? I swear I would have let you live Had I been taught how to forgive Hello liar, welcome back I always wait for sneak attacks Mind your steps, don't start to slack Remember when you had my back? I might want to play pretend But with no rules I just offend Triumph now and watch the end Go ahead, indulge me, "friend" Hel

Up the mountain we shall go Like fire we burn, like rivers flow Sticks and stones might break one's bones But your words too reach fatal tones I sense in you, you hurt, you fear The way you hide it when I'm near When you are lost in darkness hollow My trail of blood's for you to follow The raindrops and the blood of me Dance to rhythms of blasphemy Don't tell me you are blind to see The torrents of hypocrisy This world is for insects and apes So you, my angel, must escape My loving blade shall run you through And thus I'll grant my gift to you