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Without sight and hearing
Only with the sence of touch
Illusory affection they sought
Far away from truth's lucid eye
A cold hand of help
Morbid state of habit
A matter of principle
Can you refuse?
Who the fk are you?
King of logic
In the land of the d*mned
Obsessed with the dream
Of life after death...
...and hope
King of logic
In the land of the d*mned
Obsessed with the dream
Of life after death...
...and hope
For some quality time
Residing in concrete cells
Who are we to judge?
Who are you to question?