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Shutdown

Mechanical Moth

The last sourrounding shout

Hate will follow you
fate will follow me
when your face is near
hate is everything I see

Waves of hate from your hand
loving you was like dead on demand
light´s burning out
the last sourrounding shout

And when the fevers gone
I´ll sing my song...
For you your blood begins to rain
Satisfaction to maintain






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