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Paroles: Antagonist. The Walking Dead.

I watched myself dying.choking on this pathetic consumer...death.my eyes are burnt.my tongue is cut.and i am lying in a pool of my own blood.coloured black from this parasitic poisin.coloured black because i hate myself.and i just opened my eyes.to see im sitting still in darkness.this world is shit.this world is not mine.and i cant rise above this filth.dragged back down.knee deep in shit im drowning.choking on this pathetic consumer wasteland.and im buying.i bought it all.i bought my freedom for $9.95.and i dont feel a thing.i dont feel anything anymore...are you searching for something?never feeling quite complete...no one knows what they want.who they are or where they are going.because there is no answer.we're already dead