"...I said I need you, does that make me wrong? Am I weak man? Are you feeling strong? My heart was blackened, it's bloody red. A hole in my heart, a hole in my head. Who will help me up? Where's the helping hand? Will you turn on me? Is this my final stand? In a dream I cannot see, tangled abstract fallacy, random turmoil builds in me. I am addicted, addicted to chaos..."
Del álbum "Youthanasia"
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