I lay awake staring at my death
Contemplation regeneration masturbation
Gazing toward the void blocked by the ceiling
There is nothing to see in the cranial abyss
Suffering signs of unwanted desires
Exploiting by my ego for love
And there is no song
Only the laughing yaw that seems to await
As I lay awake
Staring
At my
Death
Contemplation regeneration masturbation
Gazing toward the void blocked by the ceiling
There is nothing to see in the cranial abyss
Suffering signs of unwanted desires
Exploiting by my ego for love
And there is no song
Only the laughing yaw that seems to await
As I lay awake
Staring
At my
Death
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