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Fake sympathy

In the smoke covering a noisy dialogue

Stories of forgotten miseries

Cause a dream with every tear

Demands are increasing

I'm losing control of all this

Let those rusty faces

Stop hunting me

Time does not heal

It just hides the pain and changes its appearance

May those who don't have feelings be blessed

Gates of paradise are always open to you

Drawning in swamp

Blinded by contempt

I'll slip here

Under the open sky

April moon rises

When trees turn to rust

And source of the invisible light

Dissolves in dust

These drops of blood will not wash away our sins

I buried you far away to forget this pain

But every night your image appears to me

Dead weight, ruthless murder

I'm weaved of quicksilver lies

There's no drop of pure blood in me

I warped into something i hated

Depraved dirt and amorality in human form

I am not worthy of forgiveness, mutilated horse

Cries of loss, broken eyes

You will rid your fear of this shame

Just let those fingers cut the wet flesh