NV LIGHT
WATCH ME CHOKING DEEP DOWN RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES, The demon on my shoulders tells me to die, I'M CRUSHED WITH BRUISES ON MY SOUL AND CAN'T RISE, The darkness has consumed me and I CAN'T SEE THE LIGHT... When my body will be tied to a chair, lightning will strike and it'll touch me, I'll feel lightning in my veins and my hand will start to VIBRATE, I'LL BECOME PARANOID, I'LL PIERCE THOSE PEOPLE WHO LET CURRENT THROUGH ME, They will feel a sharp PAIN, Well, I'll start a new life without a blade, I HOPE THE NEW LIFE DOESN'T FOLLOW IN THE ZOOM'S FOOTSTEPS, HAHH, I BROKE THROUGH THE BARRIER OF PAIN AND WALKED THROUGH IT, MY HEART IS BLACK AND MY SOUL IS LOST, I'LL NEVER CROSS THE LINE OF BLACK LIFE AND I KNEW IT, INSIDE ME A CELL THAT HIDES ALL THE FEELINGS, THE DEMON PIERCED RIGHT THROUGH MY ANGEL, THE ICE ON MY HEART SLOWLY MELTS, HUH, IT’S HARD TO KEEP THE DARKNESS, SO I’M TALKING TO MYSELF, IT'S HARD TO IMAGINE WHAT I'LL FEEL IN HELL... I NEVER REALIZED THAT HATRED WOULD BE A CUT ABOVE ME, I first realized that harmony does not exist, I SAW GHOSTS THEY WANTED MY NECK TO BE TWISTED, Hey, THERAPY AND THE PATH TO HELL AND BACK WON'T FIX ME I DON'T NEED REST I'M A KILLING MACHINE I won't find light in my soul, Being ordinary ain't my goal, Even if I'm alone, I'll stand on my tactics LIKE A STONE, I AIN'T NEED ORDINARY LIFE, MY LIFE METHOD IS EFFECTIVE, ALTHOUGH MY LIFE IS NEGATIVE, IN ANY CASE IT SUITS ME...
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