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The world is not ours to exploit, and I'm sick of this
These borders are drawn in blood and I wish we were all free
Life has gone past the point of return
Bury the bullet in my head, I've given up all hope
Humans make me sick
Living in my own hell
Man made substances ease my pain
to numb my mind
Emotions are meaningless
My own hell
The end has come
Fear of life fear of love
Fear of death fear of lust
Carelessly living the lies we've been taught
Just another number in manmade hell
No rest tired and worn
No reason to exist anymore
The end has come
No escape from the cold
Cold is all-encompassing
Preyed upon like the weak
Controlled so easily
Molded by machines
Life has gone past the point of return
Bury the bullet in my head
I've given up all hope
Humans make me sick
Living in my own hell
This is the end
Step by step we all march together
Fist by fist we all strive together
Never will we conquer this world
Alone

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