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Letras: Antagonist. Just Lame.

Torn, inside out
I die inside because the devil stares into my eyes
Caught in a trance, frozen still, obedient to her because she's there
Just like the whore, just like the myth
Another false infatuation

Born anew, refreshed, reassured
That this love is real, that this love is pure
All about the one who saved my life
Kept me from drowning
Kept me from falling under
Saved me from dying
You are the real-unreal, too good to be false

Today i die, tommorow i awaken
i wish it were today, wish it were now
Pure fucking hate, don't glimpse look straight
Hatred in your eyes, bloodshot inside

Just Lame