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• Artiste: Abuse (US)
• Titre: Bitter Soul
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Severed heads, the key of all thinking. Not too much to call this an uprising. My promise, my count on hate, and fear. the only other time you feel the unnecessary. Stuck to the wounds, that burn inside. Fed by the tubes, that cloud your mind. Gasping the fumes, that take you away. Piece to the truth soon taken away. Led by the hands you feel everyday. Not for the way you cried vengeance. We all breed the same way anyway. It's in mee, the feelings compromise me. Compromise. Piece of the truth, they soon reached your mind. Not for the loss that came in time. The only reasons I felt so unaware for trusting ones that blame the hell on me, Me. Stuck to to the wounds, that burn inside. Fed by the tubes that cloud your mind. It's in me, the feelings compromise. Compromise. Piece of the truth, they reached your mind in time. Led by the forces that feed your mind. Come see that's all I hear from you. You're gone something I always knew, in time, time. Stuck to the wounds that you feel everyday. Inside the minds you've turned around to hide, me