Dead World
Dead World
Only bog, a marshland, outcaste life, a world of a life
A world of a bona fide and kind-hearted life, no image
No vision, no view, nothing, the future is blind, a kind
the one of our missed love. All of them. Killed hopes
by your will, you followed your nazi psychologists. I died
my life, the hoped children, still waiting for their lights
You are an English lady and I am a European man. No kinds.
We are no lives. No life. I come from the health socialization
You are driven by foggy psychology. English misty lands
England has killed its roots. All the European lines
You have no river or path in a European life, a far live
My soul and demon needed to send you a saver's hand
You cut off my hand
You killed our lines
Loved you my heart,
my ancestors
was waiting for you
with crystal hearts
Loved you
Vilmos
Demon
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