Palm Leaves Readers

Straight On Target

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We are the parasites, there's no cure to dying for
All that we own is pure illusion
Emptiness in destinies is easy to expect
I, disease. World ain't fuckin' mine
Lost the dimension feeling damnation
We are the plague

We, disease, we cannot be someone
Doomed
We are pawns of the greatest infection hang upon a forgotten path
There's no more voice, just screams, just notes decayed
We are trapped, the world chain and doom

We are pawns of the greatest infection, we are Decay
We are drowning in a sea of informations, just breath of a fallen
I die in Void
Cannot be someone; some bubbles in the sea 'cause no breath has remained
We are trapped