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One hundred years

You are alone,

Abandoned by the world.

You've been kicked out of womb.

Your angel wings were cut.

And you fall in thoughts and die.

Love is your disease.

Welcome to sky.

In your corrupted mind,

Have thousands worlds

That living behind

Your empty eyes.

I was wonder have a trip,

Through my mind’s highway

Understanding, and confusion

Are my tripmates till the end.

No one bother me again,

I will be so high.

I'll dissolve myself in acid,

Perfect time to die.

Perfect time

To die

Perfect to die!

When you come back to life,

You don't realize

Who you are

And you're dying inside.