We're born to be as machines, full of regret. Is this our fate? Did I grow up to be consumed by hate?
It all started in a pit of wolves, raised and born to kill everything, even if you're the same, the fucking same as them
The falsehood abounds in this fucking land, but when the sun shone you were already my friends
The hate remains! Remains inside!
If you had a chance, you would drown me in all of the seven seas!
If I got friends like you, tell me: Why do I need enemies?
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