Don't know what's going on behind
Full of sensation,
amount of collection that's old times, alright
Could it be true,
or just a lie,
Like a false alarm that has just gone high
Nobody knows,
if I have done fine,
Or as bad as others
With sins,
Being carried on my shoulders,
Or is it I'm just guilty in vain for life
How could I deny,
What's been on thy
The brain has gone nuts,
No one else would control but I
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