Early morning crucifixion
There will be no books written for the day I die
Just a humble dinner
Serving sex and diets
Living alone
Dying with my complexes
I miss the comfort in being sad
A constant repetition
In limited editions
Born unfortunate
Born unfortunately
The people and the mistakes
You won't meet them again
Death will find you in them
I burn the way money burns

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