A lot of despair, can't be repaired
They swirling around, remaining wound
Trapped forever, kill the end
Savor the darkness kind
Eliminated the greatness and get haunted
They were never going to died
A junk of unnecessary crowd
Who closed my mind
For looking around
They're real, but never said
As bunch of greed
A slash kind of wild
Reminds me how to get off road
But, before everything were getting bold
I never sold
All of my colorful mask behind
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