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Looking for a way out.
With these directions I stand out.
Beg for the answer,
music is the sound.
Feels like I’m high above the ground.
Walking in this corrupted place leading me closer to that PMA
Looking for a way out.
Looking for that. way out.
Left on my own in the darkest hours can’t hear the cries here in this cold life.
Left on my own in the darkest hours can’t hear the cries here in this cold life.
Reaper has its hold of my soul
Twisted perceptions no more control
One more last plea before I break
reach out your hand.
And I will have.
A brothers back.
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