I spit blood on the warped road, this cesspool of flesh they call civilization.Insignificant faces, puppets who strangle themselves with their own strings, preach moralism, while sinking into shit.Sick society, I like seeing you like this, you make me feel more alive!traumas that creak under the weight of your lies.Alienated, tortured, but never tamed: I am the sperm that impregnates a child you will not love.Anger that bites, teeth that tear,you built me a sewer, and called it progress.I watch you as you fall, with your mouths full of flies, you will pretend to be pure, but you are already dead inside.Wonderful company, I want to see you explode!Victimism and hypocrisy, a corpse, but still breathing.Depraved hands, by which you love to be touched, you will only find desperation... and a world that will no longer want you.
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