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Dead Heart Confession

de White Ward

I always see the face of death
Its shadows cover every inch of this vomitous place
I always fill the emptiness
That's left when someone dies in agony
I feel no pain, my heart is cold
The everlasting flame is dead
But I believe that you can save me
Save me and then forsake me

Bury your God, bury your blood
Bury your soul, bury yourself

I always face the worst of plagues
My life is like a TV screen
The prime time is fulfilled with filth
So is the rest broadcast
And even when I sleep
I see these hideous crimes
They never make me calm
I feel like mesmerized

No longer I believe that all my past was bright
So is the vision of the present
I have an urgent need to tell the truth, so I confess
The stress is forcing me to feel the guilty pleasure
To feel the pleasure caused by death

There is no need to make a crime, I only have to gaze
I have to gaze and recognize new ways atrocity is made

Forsake me

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