from goal to dream
everything falls apart in my hand
everyday is a round of russian roulette
i keep hoping for the bullet
from euphoria to dyspohria
my touch is fatal and cruel
i hated playing make believe
the game always had to endÂ
from fire to ash
i chose my lover, the rot
everytime
every single time
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