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This necropolis of my vile block past As a dark malevolent vicious nerve Still tangled tightly around my spine As a testimonial of a poisonous past A life-story pessimistic end dead Summoning my deepest feelings of fear The past is my bane This apocalypse of my inner self Like a vast and deserted scorched earth With its rotting soil now burnt to ashes Wiping away the diseases of the past Stare into infinity The past is my bane So close to insanity Taste the pain The past is my hone So close to insanity I can taste the pain A life-story pessimistic and dead Summoning my deepest feelings of fear The past is my bane I can taste the pain From Letras Mania