Misanthropic illness - Reborn and excuse | Текст песни

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• Misanthropic illness
• Reborn and excuse

We could shut they weeps
Tell them: «Kill each other»
Disrespect their bleeds

Bruises make us better
Spit in mirror and go away
Emptiness is filter
Want to stop but fall in new day

Once upon a time…
I’ll cut my story
My past cause my shy
So I cross my worry

Return me excuse me
Reborn and confuse me
Hate collide with face
We far away from grace