Parasites, the decayed voices Horror visions and violent whispers The sweet taste of illusion The obsessive strength of lies The frozen silence crawling in Mindless dreams Awakened lust, hopeless path fading Come to me, come to realize Lost and forgotten Truth has no color, true blood is rare. Pleased by the unwanted figure With no regrets, just dont forget The hypnosis strikes me down But my dreams carry on There is no way out of this path.
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