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A Frame Of Mind
As the man i am, i dislike
More purities and feelings send
Into the extacy i hate
Nobody controls me
Maybe it's because nobody wants to
Anyway
They watch the terror
In a maze full of gray we shall rest
Incomplete, fictive mirror
Enchanting the way, i do at my best
When a man disconnects, he will lie
A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading
The poor suckers brain
I'm one of those men
But hey then again: who's to say
Grey is coming, a broken frame
On the cross, my mirror
Unattended my body decays
A future loss, aching nearer
Soon i'll meet the boss
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