Pietas

Vulture Of Corpse

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What did i make?
I burn in mistakes
My pride sustains me
My pride sustains me

My flesh
That deteriorates at the time
I think to be right
I think to be right

In this middle of war
I see that i am unperceived
People are run over
For a handful of paper
And i am together

The meat has power
Everybody seeks
They are full of the lie
The sweet wine becomes smoke
The smoke becomes powder
The death never comes alone

Take my regret
Speak that i don't
Want this life anymore