Reality has died or rather never been born it was just a woven imagination or just a habit
Call it what you want
She's dying chocking down and suffocating with saliva if i could let her died... we are tied together like good and evil anima as many worlds as many us
Merciful god we are just tools in creator's hands christ you're a lie in the mouth of demiurge
Blackness, blackness, blackness dressed in white
System of control based on empathy murderer trying to make you believe
Blackness, blackness, blackness dressed in white
Call it what you want
She's dying chocking down and suffocating with saliva if i could let her died... we are tied together like good and evil anima as many worlds as many us
Merciful god we are just tools in creator's hands christ you're a lie in the mouth of demiurge
Blackness, blackness, blackness dressed in white
System of control based on empathy murderer trying to make you believe
Blackness, blackness, blackness dressed in white
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