Diary of Dreams Play God
What is this penetration If not some presalvation What is a mental attitude Why is my fever not in mood It s me combining numbers It s me just playing God It s me who s making rules here I cannot come undone Why don t you compensate my pain and all my hate Have you really tried to compromise Have you never Accompanied by faces that stare at you at night I m travelling into your sleep until you wake up pale from fright And after all you ve been through I sleep safe like a child A coward in deceit It s garbage what you feed Consider penetration as instant motivation Regarding what you said to me I think that you should never be forgiven Don t persecute me for what I ve done perplex, poisened, predictable Permissable disaster, patriotic smiles predominant agression if you have (the) guts, resist my trace
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