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Have you ever shouted at night.

Lying, dying, screaming in the pain.

Dark night, lonely night.

I feel languor.

Hear the screams, screams of desolation.

I never do feel well.

And you never do feel well, too.

I don’t like lie any more.

Black morning, black Monday.

Black heart, black line.

My name is 666.

I know the desolation.

I, I, I, I’m feeling mean.

There is only death and desolation.

I nothing seems to satisfy.

Please, please, please shout.

I have a fear of silence of the night.

Where the hell I falling down.

Please call my really name.

I‘m marching through the night.

I’m standing on the edge.

Dirty minds, dirty money.

Dirty friends, dirty blood.