Criticate Your Own Past

Thinking in blank, it come to me like
A message from the devil's band
Told me to stay around and shout
If a man in charge make more bad
Than a thousands voices in your mind
There is no fucking sense at all

It's the pain what makes us
Criticate your own past

Men like the one I told you before
They make effort to make us all
Perfect robots thinking so cold
Thanks to my scar, I can feel
Thanks to my head, I can think
And thanks to you, I hating me
Me

It's the pain what makes us
Criticate your own past
Don't think in your mind

Now I see in your eyes
Feel this pain, fear me now

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Now I see in your eyеs
Feel this pain, fear me now