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SubstituteCome here, little one,sit here with me.I will tell you something,poor darling with riped out heartOn the first dayof the month of melancholy,rip out from earth's chestthat impeccable crystalThis is the easiest way,to dispose of your concerns,to fill in for your little heart.Just put the crystal in that bleeding holeIt was foolish to challenge the religions,because I spoiled my supply of insulin for today.And no one will hand me a cup with some hopebecause I'm just an undeserving monsterThe only thing I can do now,is look through the windowand in this ashen sky,search for myself.And in trees skeletons,for shadow of smile, for sadness.For a soft touchof wind.
MercenaryOh this love,in nauseating shade of pink,is trusting sharp somethings into me,but not in my heart, my guts hurts the mostDeep in the ocean,lifeless and deserted,where innocents are burning down,For other peoples sinsMillion miles from homeI'm gliding ahead.I'm frozen to the bones.There is no light leftI'm a black pawn leftfor fate's mercy. I don't havea path. There are only peaks of shameahead of meI'm waiting for the preneurI'm ready for the fight and for destiny,because the sound of tingling ironget stuck in my heart.Thunder of drums is dictating the rythmof fallen ones, the number of deceased.Rise of horns on the fronts.First rows and freedom.