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Tantric signs , flow through my mind
A vicious cycle , to find a way with no light
Another dose to save the day . Pushing forward , Blinded .
Soul left in twain, Intentions misguided .
Reaching the plains , of no man's land
Taking the form of an empty shell
The final chapter of me is written , blood has been spilt
tears have now fallen . How you thought you knew , my narcotic demise !
Reaching the plains , of no man's land .
Taking the form of an empty shell .
Now that my eyes have been opened , I can see that the problem is no longer me .
This world can not withstand , the lack of self restraint .
I can only take so much , before my spirit breaks !
Within this world the spirit dies , with the violence and the filth that wont subside .
How can I rise against this place? This plague must die , such a mindless race the
human plague must die .
I must maintain an aware state !
The depletion of me , comes from my own hand .
Tantric signs , flow through my mind .
A vicious cycle , find a way with no light .
Is it the high that you get , someone's life in your control ?
It comes down to a simple solution .
I'll light the match and watch them burn .
I'll light the match and watch them burn !
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