Lost (ft. Jesse Weaver of Regions)

Spiteful eyes and nothing more than despair
You not special so please join to my game
Now you can see reckless of this [bad word] crowd
They want a piece of something that you really proud
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 [bad word] to my world of dusk and decay
You have nothing more, just pray
You must be polite and then we’ll start the game

Forget everything, here your words are nothing
What you have done to deserve a place in heaven
Insane thoughts immerse you to the bottom
Try your forces in terms of helpessness

Survive in suffering

Attempts to hold everything that were your world
Keeping every breath, take your next step
Find pozitives in your [bad word] death
It's already close, surprise [bad word]  [bad word] sick of you all 3X