Letras: Vendetta. Hate. Dead People Are Cool.

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There?s people on the outside
There?s freedom where they dwell
The spheres they?re populating
Can?t be like hell on earth
Cause we?re learning
What?s meant with calm and peace
Which I could see the outside
Where all is free

Mistreated and fucked up
The waters where I dive
Lost and cheated I?m creeping
I?m bound to follow
The sundown of human rites
Feel sorrow, the pablum of death

Frustration, the centre of my life, day and night
I feel exploited and violated
I feel crushed and I feel down
Please do not tell me
That you would show consideration
Of my heart, this is so fragile
Or just my soul

Dead people are cool