Distorted visions, hand watch's fogged by vapour
Ticking sound echoes as time started to decolour
I struggle to stand against this gravity's tension
Continued to exist in this decayed society's dimension
Scream, scream, scream
Defying the urge that creeps on my skin's seam
The world's still spinning as I restrain my vomit
Grasping my fear ; I'm already near my limit
I plugged my ears tightly but I still hear their sneer
Conversing wrongdoing while mound it in the gazetteer
Blade cutting through this bloodless broken heart
Carving beautiful wound... rare works of fine art
They burn down the hanging suicide of desolation
Leaving the poverty in deep humiliation
If you wanna survive, you gotta behave like a beast
Cos' this is the country where Devils gathered for feast
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