Neurotic
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I´m a mournful god, aiming to cut off a little bit of your heart
take a look around and you´ll smell an odour of a hammer of blood
break my stone dreams and listen
how the gray messenger walks throughout my house
he forces his vile dictatorship to me
and i feel blows that cripple my body and soul
i´ve devised thousands of new death methods
in a gray house without windows
where intensly but elegantly i tear down its structures
where bad repetition finally comes to a closure
thanks for blind passion
thanks for lost time
thanks for dysfunctional games
thanks for emotional pain
i´m a mournful god, wandening into my own isolation
my soul´s purified from the plundering messenger
i´m disposed of pain, yet i watch painful grief run its course
i´m a happy killer pulling the tigger
and so all my ofences flow down my face
like streams of filthy sludge
i´m disposed of pain, yet i watch painful grief run its course
i´m a happy killer pulling the tigger
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