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Cur$ed by the old ones centuries ago

Programs built and done, aim exist no more

Targets are unlocked, lost on their own ways

---»But my guns are cocked all along these days

RE-GENERATION…

Looking up into low and fired sky

Nothingness and pain that is just to find

Tot@lly my life dropped and pol@rized

From your almost blind, cruel and blood-baptized

RE-GENERATION…

»»»Jacket made of $teel, shaped for endle$$ war

Personality crushed and cleaned for sure

But I need someone to approve my being

And I raise my gun, @nd I spre@d my wings

RE-GENERATION…