Sick Of Sorrow namast

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OM
This is for my heart,
This is for my soul
This is for my friends and my foes
Only dead fish follow the stream
I got my own way in front of me
Countless questions
Buzzing in my head
The mess has no point to start
No one makes an effort to listen
All my answers stand in the stars
Opinions are weapons
And ours shoot them all
Elections and destiny
Rumours and paranoia
Be aware of the consequences
But death is what you fear the most
I would help to count this cost
But you left your sympathy
So my words are lost
In the abyss you reached
ONE MOTH ON MY BACK
It pesters me
Not sure what has more holes
My clothes or my soul
Give your eye for an eye of your mothers care,
Lose a tooth for a tooth of your fathers shield
From ear to ear, the way you smile you'll die
You have to bite the bullet for the marks you leave
Drag others through the mud you've made
Keep telling those lies
You always tell
Not able to handle my mistakes
I can't comfort your requirements
How can you find peace
When you rip out others hearts?
When the day has come
And I look at your face
I'll take a bow to be on your level
Just to say
Even you need a spine
To walk this road upright
Before I give you mine
I'd rather fucking.
Take the luck of the others,
Take it in
Stamp on their pride
Like you did with mine
Your fake smile will fall
Like the trees
Lose their leaves in fall
Getting cold again
Hell never felt so real
Hearts can't warm your dead bodies
Fire is extinguished
No master
Keep in mind who holds the sceptre
Then you will find out what it costs
My heart's too strong
For you all

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