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We ought to worship idols and dishonor men
Over the years, the great lie has been told like a thousand times
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The real greats slipped through time, died unknown
We hear stories of the not so greats over a thousand times
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The person who romanticize life, hasn’t seen it close by
It’s fed on blood of countless souls over and over a thousand times
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I am not light but dark watching itself
I know I’ve watched the abyss close by every time, a thousand times
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I got killed by the same opponent, the same style
I get back up only to fall back the same like a thousand times
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I sought to see my blood run blue
But I bled the same like a thousand times
About the Creator
The Madman
Notes from the underground.


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