Born of laughter strangled by sin No remorse mistreat the soul again
No features the blur of things denied No return the cross to bear is my own
Just one sip and life returns Razorfever
The pollution of your narrow perception Read into the lines of men's work Degeneration: let the truth be known Numb the pain with the liquid of fire
Razorfever burns
Born a desperation's child admist the last descent Fierce as that of angel's wrath to lay the soul to rest
Just one sip Just one more Just one and so my world can be restored.
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