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 Refusing to see all of those infected minds
 Just to feel better in your own veins
 Asking yourself why and how to share all those visions
 And more this nightmares of that lost humanity
 Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes
 Don't enter my private desires
 Bad habits are ruling forever
 Pushing the door of a closed reality
 For the science or any other learning
 Metaphor of colors
 Blood red black
 Altar of flesh
 Razor's cuts macabre breath of creation
 Remembering old deception
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 The wounds created by the flesh
 Seem to be occulted by all of us
 Metaphor of colors
 Blood red black
 Altar of flesh razor's cuts
 Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes
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 Little by little truth's blood runs among us as an empty river
 I'm like you making the black side
 To reason and to kill the ideal lineage