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Little pungent lies like flies flutter my face with Cries, of a tormented
demented mind bended soul.
Fucking leftover feelings form the rotten meat I had to eat for hours,
chews barking orders, lacking my control.
Ran through rambling pedestrians ran over hobbling hordes of damned peon's
pleading pathetic cries.
Looked through windows of withering persons as I passed there place of
sadistic practice playing with other lives.
Through old woods of wondering as I ran form you, will you ever catch me.
Through barren seas of pondering, will you chase me, will you try to pass
me?
Jumped my minds imagination kicked its ass for teasing me as I ran farther
away dreamt of running till I see.
See if it's worth it, run trough the tourists I will know my answers as I
run through this forest, but only if you now catch me.