vincit perditus ⸸
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وایب ساعت ۳ نصفه شب تو قبرستون و سیگار کشیدن و غرق شدن تو غم و اندوه میده
im tired of it all
of this dead end life
waiting for your call
ive languished too long
in these futile moments
how slow the numbers change
the waves of the past swallow me
shadows on the wall
dark figures wave at me
pale angels weep
and sing a siren song
i am alone at midnight
been tryin hard not to get into trouble but i
ive got a war in my mind
