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Hymn Of Despair
02:46
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See The Countless Stars
Rambling In The Open Space
See The Ugly Scars
Covering Your Hopeless Face
Feel The Endless Fear
Hidden In The Souls Of Meek
Feel The Salty Tear
Running Down Your Crinkly Cheek
Taste The Hoppy Wine
Made From The Sweetest Grapes
Hear The Dreadful Whine
Coming From The Dug Out Graves
Suffer Your Own Grief
Spoil The Heart With Your Own Trauma
And Trust Your Own Belief
That Will Help To Overcome It
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Limitation
03:30
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Driving At Highest Speed
Restless Search For Facilitation
Nonetheless I Proceed
I Don't Care Of Speed Limitation
And I Increase The Speed
To Surpass My Despair And Passion
The Views Outside Repeat
As I Remain Tranquil And Patient
My Hands Hold The Steering Wheel
Now Let Me Roll; I'll Quickly Flee
I Will Return, Surely Will,
The Engines Growl; In Tired Glee
My Hands Hold The Steering Wheel
Now Let Me Roll; I'll Quickly Flee
I Will Survive, Surely Will,
I'm After All; A Bustling Flea
The Night Brings Up The Speed
I Flee From A Senseless Tension
Henceforth I Succeed
To Avoid This Dark Intention
I Love The Smell Of Speed
They Raise The Bridges Near The Station
I Rush My Iron Steed
To Prevent Anguish And Frustration
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The Day When I Can Die
02:55
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I Still Can't Live When She Is Gone
Wherever Go I Hear Her Cry
I Can't Face This Mad World Alone
Without Her Hair Made Of Silk Rye
I Dream Of Her Clearwater Eyes
My Eyes These Times Are Never Dry
I Dream To Be Preserved In Ice
Until The Day When I Can Die
And All My Doubts Are Set Aside
I Should Not Live, There Is No Doubt,
Must Let The Warmth Of Suicide
Embrace Me Tight And Reach Me Out
I've Got My Noose, I've Got My Gun
Whatever Can I Do To Fade
But I Can't End What I've Begun
I Cannot Do This I'm Afraid
I Cannot Still Make Up My Mind
To Interrupt Or To Resist
Moments With Her I'll Just Rewind
I Cannot Live, So I'll Exist
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