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Wars To Win And Wars To Lose


After ages of war I try to compensate,
For the lifes that I took in anger
Sad reminder of death's been so hard to erase
Might aswell just go with hatred

My failure, my failure, my failure was I killed my saviour

Nothing left to win, nothing left to die for
Nothing left but sin, and a wish to die

Celebration of peace is just hypocrisy, as it's not my real intension
I'm reloading my guns to go another round
I see death as my own invention

Creation, creation, creation of my own damnation

Nothing left to win, nothing left to die for
Nothing left but sin, and a wish to die

Innocence, my innocence is gone

After ages of of war I try to compensate,
For the lifes that I took in anger
Sad reminder of death's been so hard to erase
Might aswell just go with hatred

My failure, my failure, my failure was I killed my saviour

Nothing left to win, nothing left to die for
Nothing left but sin, and a wish to die

Innocence, my innocence is gone







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