Nocturnal Depression — They

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They offer us the blades that tear with pleasure our flesh
And every strife carves their influence on our minds
We live with this suffering, a fall into depression
The self-mutilation pushes us towards the meaning of our beings

They decrease us all the time until we reach the state of shit
And every word molest our faces into wounds
We take all verbal injuries and keep them inside
The inner rottenness feed the ulcer, bleeding fear

They die, one after one, cause this is all they deserve
And the smell of powder mixed to their blood is intoxicating
We bear the guns and load the bullets blasting their heads
We’re children of Despair and priest of negation

We are them
We are them
We are them
We are them

We offer your blades and break your minds.
We load your guns and pull the trigger (fuck you)

We are them
We are them
We are them
We are them and command your death.