Who I, where I Who I such For you, for itself
Heavenly rest is small
The city big has fallen
Not with you, not with me
I am free, your angel
I not you, you not I
In your body my pain
In a bottomless bowl I burned down your dreams
Ball is ended, all hall is killed
Your time Will come soon
I shall pull out heart
Die, bitch
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