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Nothingface » Beneath |
Telling time is hard when it rewinds
Painting circles around your crimes
What if I told you to die?
Would you hate me and burn up inside?
No traces, no pictures, no sacred glowing scriptures
So control your chaos, relax and you can save us
Your throne of in just a dirty soul of mistrust
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