Lirieke: A.N.A.3.L.. Re-v3rse. No Sense.
No sense to your soul
Be afraid of what you are
No sense to your soul
Be afraid of what you got
No sense to your soul
Be afraid of it
Get away, get away
Be afraid, be afraid
No sense to your soul
Be afraid of it
No sense to your soul
Get afraid of it
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