I see that empty dead
stare on the mirror
Nothing to hide, nothing
to spare
Just another look for
another day
Monotonous lives,
surrounded by fear
Glorious sight is to see
it all end
Come to me, come past by
Hear the preacher call it
all out
Not much to do, not much
to follow
This place is hollow and
full of horror
Staring back, despised
then hatred
Stand right next to me
son, nothing matters
Take this, and them, a
horrid example
Of how to fuck up, the
preliminary sample
Drop dead, this is a favor
To me, humanity and the
universe around us
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