This Fluid feels like Pain, This stoic mood is all in vain.
I reach into the dark, I tear this other me apart.
How many years ago, How many deaths I can't let go.
My Flesh Is Temporary, My God Extraordinary.
You... can''t... Kill... My... MIND!!!!!
The War Will continue, Just on a different battle field
typo nothing. we were drunk. drunk typing. we are naughty.
This Fluid feels like Pain, This stoic mood is all in vain.
I reach into the dark, I tear this other me apart.
How many years ago, How many deaths I can't let go.
My Flesh Is Temporary, My God Extraordinary.
You... can''t... Kill... My... MIND!!!!!
The War Will continue, Just on a different battle field