Time and time again it’s happening all over again.
Can’t you see it’s your fault.
There's no one else to blame.
These walls must be fucking talking cause I’m losing it.
I can never see you through your bullshit.
Quake.
My frustration awakes.
Relying you was a fucking mistake.
In time I saw through your disguise.
Relapsing on memories.
And wondering why.
Living it over and over again.
I've been living in the paradox.
It’s feeling too real.
What do you do when you can’t get rid of it.
You learn to live with it.
I can’t keep living in the same place.
I’m going to end up going chronically insane.
All these things build up on me.
I keep trying to forget what I don’t want to remorse.
Hopeless endeavors never going to wake up.
I can’t do this anymore.
Willow death creeping up on me.
Keep playing these charades they won’t get you nowhere now.
Now you suffer again.
I tried to help but all you did was push me away.
This hollow emptiness haunts you at night.
But now I can’t save you.
Your charades have no answers to these riddles.
I would never know what’s your next card game.
Endless torture is your best game and I ended up being the joker of your play.
Deathcore brutal, directo, conciso con lo que propone y que no da ningún espacio a respiros innecesarios. Ataca a la yugular como es debido. Alejandro Herrera
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