In a short distance, I hear people say "Die"
In 4 corners of the room I see shadows and they say "Die"
Thousands of voices, I hear they're screaming "Die"
Even if it's not yet my time for my Earthly Demise.
Everytime the sun is rising—
I opened my eyes and fight all of the whisperings,
Everytime the moon is awake—
I am too, for the opression to take.
A loud bang disturbed my quietness,
Oh, here they are again,
It's time again to take my boulders—
While they're throwing at me a thousand legions of failures.
In a short distance, I could hear they're laughing,
In 4 corners of the room, I hear the words of insulting,
I couldn't hold my tears back,
They're always flowing until the time that I dropped.
I can hear they're grinding,
Holding back my anger while my hands are trembling.
A whisper of death always follows me;
DIE, DIE, DIE, can you hear any of it?
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