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• Artiste: Carpathian
• Titre: Wrecked
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I'm part of a problem thats out of my own fucking hands I'm shipwrecked in a city that grows colder by the second when this air I breathe is so undesirable open my skin and paint me across these walls I'm meat to the wolves and I've never felt so fucking warm I'm burning up tell me what did you expect? in a matter of speaking, its a cold fucking world and I can see me going nowhere its a cold fucking world and I can't feel anything I can't feel why should I love? when romance is fabricated why should I trust? when friendship is unrequited why should I give a fuck? we're all numb sedated ghosts without a hope born fucking dead, rid me from this mindless, heartless hell and I can't feel anything, I can't feel FUCK