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At night, the evening wind falls

6 wheels meet tar

Didn't know where I was at all

My liver fully empty


Shards scream

A firework

But nobody celebrates

Not even me


Suddenly there's 10

Then 6

I couldn't stand up

Nothing I could fix


Laying I felt the pieces fly

No tin, nor metall

But myself

My self


The pieces are still laying there

Edge cutting

Bloody soul and hole in skull

Fingernails not long anymore


Pain on me

And inside of me

For how long?


But we were just kids

The pain will get rid

But the mind becomes pure doom

Behind you always threatening,

Damnation.


(Translated with the help of DeepL)

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