In search of main answers from corner to corner Carrying back dreams called up by mistakes It torments white quiet while its growing to mourner Of wasted wise tears for unreasonableness. Pull core down... Depression deprives of the common senses now. Wait for sound... One shoot for shame and for mind chance second. When hatred bowl is bloodpoured. When razors points come dulled. Scared tongue give worst right... And warm pierce the heart by gride... Pull core down... Depression deprives of the common senses now. Wait for sound... One shoot for shame and for mind chance second. When hatred bowl is bloodpoured. When razors points come dulled. Scared tongue give worst right... And warm pierce the heart by gride...
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