Twisted World I

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Every single rose of the hour

Seems a thousand miles away

Every one bearing the same, different color

With red thorns that got away

It’ll never be the same

It’ll wither away

Silently die in empty water

Poison may start and become the father

Don’t start worrying yet;

You can worry when it’s all over

Nobody blames you yet

They all believe your lies

Death will come and kill you

How worse can it get?

It’ll never stay the same

It’ll just wither away

Dying slowly in holy water

Breathing screams in pain

The world will never be the same

Everybody shall begin and sing in vain

They’ll get what they deserved

But nobody knows how and why.

He always keeps on getting late.

Mercy does not have a place

Beauty has lost all its sense

Everybody knows this world is sick

What more does he want to get?

He wants us to worship and sacrifice

He wants our souls alive

When, in fact, we were dead all along

And never have been strong, always wrong.

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