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1:51 you’re a ghost in the signal, somewhere in eternal rest and pale lips, you’ll haunt in the glow. you're cold in bone.
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i've never felt such a piercing cold, like silence after something beautiful dies
and no one stays to mourn.
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you are my pain, it’s so cold.
i try to run, but feel your pulse.
it’s always you, inside the cold.
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there is despair running in my veins. my heart is full of hatred and it's pumping it into my entire body.
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i am nothing but a machine, filled with cheap chipsets and rotten cables, designed to fail humanity.
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i’ll make a dagger, its tip made of steel.
i stab my eyes with it to set my heart free.
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they took Leila away. eyes so black she will never be back, hair so long she’s forever gone. frozen flowers where she used to be, her heart escaped into the pinnacle tree. they took Leila away.
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did many cringe things in my life but never tried to get better. embrace your soul and get worse.
