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The walls they are shaking, doors are breaking, all around
Animals are running, fast and very cunning, to the higher grounds
Yeah, like a mental merry go round and round
Am I facing my doomday hell?
I have nothing left to do, but yell
And I got no spirit to sell
I got rid of my heart as well
Now I'm facing my doomday hell
I ain't got no tale to tell
And I got no soul to sell
Hips are shaking, feet are aching, pain is near
Glass is breaking, all the shit you're hating, is there everywhere
Skies are crumbling, body's are tumbling, the death is near
Reeper is calling, souls are crawling, to the underground
To my mental private merry go round and around
Am I facing my doomday hell?
I have nothing left to do, but yell
And I got no spirit to sell
I got rid of my heart as well
Now I'm facing my doomday hell
I ain't got no tale to tell
And I got no soul to sell
Am I facing my doomday hell?
I have nothing left to do, but yell
And I got no spirit to sell
I got rid of my heart as well
Now I'm facing my doomday hell
I ain't got no tale to tell
And I got no soul to sell
I got rid of my heart as well
(Doomday hell)
(Doomday hell)
(Doomday hell)
(Doomday hell)
(Doomday hell)
(Doomday hell)
(Doomday hell)
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