Life's running cataclysmic towards the place called end
All our failures are the missiles
Always ready always ready to send
To crush them, to burn them, to doom them, to blame them will tear down our souls
We must spoil before we spin
Leave the red button – it's time to begin
Our hands are burning continuously but still we touch the fire
How much burns? how much torment?
How much we need to understand the trial
We burnt us. we sold us. we doomed us. to blame them will tear down our souls
It's harder then all-i confess all
No past, no skin, no religion-i'm the one who burned the kingdom
It's our way to purgatory but the worst is yet to…the hell is yet to come
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