With Utter loathing and scorn, I was somehow born
strewn in black decay, none shall I obey
The wreckage of my flesh , the nakedness of my death

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With Utter loathing and scorn, I was somehow born
strewn in black decay, none shall I obey
The wreckage of my flesh , the nakedness of my death

How the silent tears are flowing from the reaper's eyes,
As the frost is calling for young harvest to the night,
He's crying for my heart... He's mourning for my soul.... I'm all alone

Every time I hurt myself, I somehow still survived,
Every time my dreams were killed, but they always came back alive

With Utter loathing and scorn, I was somehow born
strewn in black decay, none shall I obey
The wreckage of my flesh , the nakedness of my death

With Utter loathing and scorn, I was somehow born
strewn in black decay, none shall I obey
The wreckage of my flesh , the nakedness of my death