In the way of happiness is my road, one which leads to pain - Maybe i am the only one which roam to be named, Sane. Without the shadow which shades my shame, i walk downhill next to life as a code - Broken inside my spirit, lies the lie - There is no sun to the shine, grey became black to my silver - Blood on my hands is the blood on my shoes, push the chair, i am roped by my neck and ringed by the noose
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