Born of laughter strangled by sin No remorse mistreat the soul again No features the blur of things denied No return the cross to bear is my own Just one sip and life returns Razorfever The pollution of your narrow perception Read into the lines of men's work Degeneration: let the truth be known Numb the pain with the liquid of fireRazorfever burns Born a desperation's child admist the last descent Fierce as that of angel's wrath to lay the soul to rest Just one sip Just one more Just one
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