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Texty: Bloodflowerz. Last Exit.

forgotten hours fall away from time
minute by minute his hope disappears in red wine

he falls from heaven, anger burns his grace
oh help him, mercy, he can't find a way out of this maze

wrath is growing in a garden of despair
in a land of hopelessness no one cares

it's raining flashes when his anger cries
he's fighting until he dies
blaming his god, for a cure it's too late,
despair was the father of hate
pain and tears are the home of the hateful
prisoned in the pain of the fallen

i loose illusion about humanity
we're gods and demons of our trivial insanity

the curse of dullness makes him ill

in times of sins and sorrow
hate is a reason to kill

he walks his way, too blind to see
punishes all the sinners and falls dead on his knees

it's growing wrath in his mind
later you'll say there were signs
his angry voice cries in fear
he walks his last way with a smile
he speaks his last words like a prayer