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The thirteen fact has been chosen
The strife causes the strife Only the reflection of sadness in my eyes and I stop my thought The glorification of destruction The earth full of sadness The faith of an empty world The disappearance of a meaningless yet tiny existence Where are we heading What do we wish for Destination There is pain in my mind, as so your mind My hand holding a pen, trembles then stops The sadness, the sadness gets out here now I will never stop, to walk |
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| 2. |
| 2:59 |
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Knowledge
Our last supper with dish that purified by our blood Greedy yet poor intelligence and mine I still believe in it A piece of insufficient phrases We choke and forget about the existance of our arms We won't realize until everything ends The light illuminates one's feet, and reflects foolishness Liner value and phased distinction Knowledge False blindness speaks for the ignorance and insolence Happiness and fang Paid compensation is huge |
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| 3. |
| 2:49 |
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The reason is full of contradictons
We pile up refusal The tracks, are going to be rubbed off My word might hurt your feelings We realize that we can't notice anyting. And we will be consumed by justice Isolated determination Isolated awareness Isolated emotion Isolated will Gentleness destructed in the palm of my hand Wrong time is the only thing that passes over my head Chosen by the ark is not us, but someone else The hands of god are now deep in filth You seemed to be sad The words can't reach Rarity of symbolized existance No questions, no choices, but just lie here |
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| 2:03 | 
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| 5. |
| 3:20 |
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| 6. |
| 2:52 |
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