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Forgive me my soul for what I am
Deceiver, disgrace, do as I please
Yes it’s me
And it’s true
Treated like an enemy, it’s lunacy
Tortured, suffered, torment in the field
Yes it’s me
And it’s true
Wasted time for yesterday, our mind is not at ease
Existence is a prophecy, I’m roaming free
Believe me
And it’s true
Revenge is a sweet memory, undying destiny
Counting the passing days, I hope you will
And you do
And it’s true
Blind society
Dream is a reality
No more honesty
No more sympathy
Forgive me my soul for what I am
Deceiver, disgrace, do as I please
Yes it’s me
And it’s true
Forget me my soul, I’ll be leaving
Disperse, vanished, decayed of the deceased
I’ll survive
On my own