The raven seeks his place to die without light
Wish I flowers were out after rats eat up
The face smudged with soot
The thing I can touch is the body of scapegoat
My hands are already bloodstained
So give me rise to the darkness now
Convicts found his place to pay with his life
He wished his neck were cut hundreds of times
But don't cry the word you read in his note
My cursed God, Hallelujah!
My hands are already bloodstained
So give me rise to the darkness now
I am not I...
Defamiliarization
Say it out!
The truth is a lie
The lie is a true lie
Defamiliarization
Countdown to six
Saving grace or hiding faults
Face the temper
Defamiliarization
Say it out!
The truth is a lie
The lie is a true lie
Defamiliarization

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