Haunted Memories

life slowly turns into a sterile cage.A new definition for our emptiness.Plastic souls, empty goals.genuine anguish,pathetic lives.Great respect for violence and the relief it causes.Plastic souls,empty goals.Seeds of hate.men are the bastards.this taste of blood will last forever.

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"PALE"
there was fire in the sky
draining ny sanity to a deep black hole
let us taste the blood straight from the hammer
while the unrelenting hope fades away

there was fire im my heart
it burned over and over again
i´m scared lying in a cold room
while the unshaken spunk fades away..