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Won´t you come to paint the pictures at my wall?
Fake i am inside, self-destructive like a war
From night raises some random sketches
And a morbid desire of mutilation
I could be embraced by colorful reveries
But i asphyxiate myself with my anxiety
Won´t you come?
Where do i begin ?
Where do i stop (when i want to go on) ?
