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I get connected and disconnect myself No heart detected so would you give me yours

I'll never be king of this There's something I'll never miss

I'm peeling my skin and all I find is local burst The sense of nothing cannot quench my spinal thirst

At least I am too weak to rearrange the universe

Forget the Imperium For here comes a new one Select an interior PROPOSAL OF REDEMPTION

Master rules servant as last one serves master

I'll never get sick of this I'm tired of so-called bliss I'll never be king of this There's something I'll never miss

At least I am too weak to rearrange the universe

Forget the Imperium For here comes a new one Select an interior PROPOSAL OF REDEMPTION