[This is not for you.] - Ubasute | Текст песни

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• Ubasute

Malady, just shy of a century.
Sunken in sallow skin, jaundiced with expiration.
Generations pass, innocence is lost.
Innocuous minds subjected to internal bloodshed.
Six years pass of hope in lineage.
Validity ensues that violence has our minds embued.

Robbed of naivety, leave me out of this.

Wilted and withering, on the ground weathering.
Drawing blood from flesh and blood.
Harrowing scorn and tear.

Ubasute.

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