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• Artiste: Martyr AD
• Titre: Seventyfive - Twentyfive
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slave to monotony another breath breads futility this is not a life a trace of reality disease of existing life holds only shame for me slipping from importance as I turn away cold hands breaking apart this will not come to pass we are all so alone and I'm lying here in a pool of my own disgust a frail ritual practiced with apathy if this is what life has to offer color me dead and left to the vultures armed to the teeth with denial suffocate the slave as therapy for the insane and a lesson the the unforgiven waking to the bleak disturbing sound of nothingness no one to save us this has been set by the eyes of the un-desired dead to the world and tapped clean of all effort tie the tourniquet tight bleed the infection away know that an effort of trying is an effort towards dying in vain life's a fable of pride taught to mask the pawn I've taken what you've given and turned it into nothing killed myself to redefine suffering leave me here to rot find a flame choose a stake close your eyes and pass away