I will tear off my shroud
From this grave I have to escape
I am tired of this death
That suffocates my ideal
I will try to escape
I will look for my place
All things will be sick
Destroyed
Mutilated is my body
Worms eat my mind
I am on my way to hell
I will try to escape
I will look for my place
All sick things will remain
Destroyed
Whoever put me on the path
Today they want to make me sick
I will not turn off my thoughts
I have no time to wait
I will try to escape
I will look for my place
All the sick things will remain
Destroyed
They will die
They will die

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