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I'm just standing here at this cold place waiting for you to rescue my bleeding body from this pointless game.
Please taste my blood. Please taste my blood which floods your empty dreams.
A symptom of your obsessive minds. Put up a defence against the walls inside.
You try to draw my lifeline, carve your name into my skin.
Is there a meaning in, in these words, build a framework of lies, of your lies.
And then I'll drawn, then I'll drawn in my own blood.
As you see my body lying on the floor. In your minds I'm just a number in a book full of figures.
Forever.
