Originality
Choose your path
Choose your nightmare
Choose your destiny
Control your fate
Before your time is too late
Never give in
Everyone is born to sin
Never let them win
For in their eyes
Judgment is decided by their beliefs
Stealing souls like a thief
To be a sheep
To be a hypocrite
To be like them
Kill the soul
Lose control
Get ready for the finale
You will never change me, I invented originality…
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