

My Own MeAnother cycle, another turn Do you feel like celebrating? You are not what you were last time You are not what you will be (so fine)My Own Me
Your thoughts aren´t any more real Than your dreams and expectations Why would you be so innocent And deny we are so impotent
Rotting flesh Blood and bones Full of nothing inside of me I´m nothing but My own memory So yeah, happy birthday to me
Blow the candle, there goes a life Do you feel like singing around? Things will never be the same At the end, only my name
Rot
by ~bigbd1978
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