SØURCE VF EVIL
I'M STILL THE SAME, I'M LIVING IN PAIN, FORGOT MY NAME, AND CAME UP WITH A NEW PERSONALITY INSTEAD, A TORN SOUL IS ALL THAT REMAINS, FROM MY PAST LIFE, OR IS IT ALL A MADE-UP LIE? I'M STILL DROWNING IN BLOOD, I CANNOT FIND THE ROOT OF MY EVIL, EVERY DAY I STARE AT ONE POINT, TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT'S GOING ON IN MY HEAD, Who the fuck said you that I'm just a beast? I have problems too I just want some peace, FROM DESPERATION I HAVE TO KILL, I DO NOT HAVE ANYONE ELSE TO BE ///////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ -Gonna pierce your body and then hurt your brains, Bitch, It is like a hobby, waiting I'm losing my patience, To me it's not disgusting, I feel the passion, I don't feel that sorry my heart is very glacial. Look into my eyes, you'll see and feel all the pain, All those smiles are a disguise, I don't feel anythin', Yeah, I'm full of lies from the inside, I keep it locked with a key, My soul had a light, and I even tried to light it up, but emptiness filled everythin'... ///////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ -I'm trying to change, I try to find the reason for my being... I try to find the source of my evil, but everything's to no avail... No avail... ///////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I'M STILL THE SAME, I'M LIVING IN PAIN, FORGOT MY NAME, AND CAME UP WITH A NEW PERSONALITY INSTEAD, A TORN SOUL IS ALL THAT REMAINS, FROM MY PAST LIFE, OR IS IT ALL A MADE-UP LIE? I'M STILL THE SAME, I'M LIVING IN PAIN, FORGOT MY NAME, AND CAME UP WITH A NEW PERSONALITY INSTEAD, A TORN SOUL IS ALL THAT REMAINS, FROM MY PAST LIFE, OR IS IT ALL A MADE-UP LIE?
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