━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✂━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ I'm a bomb you can't defuse Might just accept you're gonna lose Can't turn down, I refuse To hold back anymore All of these voices inside my head Blinding my sight in a curtain of red Frustration is getting bigger Bang Bang Bang – Pull my Devil Trigger!
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━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✂━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ I'm a bomb you can't defuse Might just accept you're gonna lose Can't turn down, I refuse To hold back anymore All of these voices inside my head Blinding my sight in a curtain of red Frustration is getting bigger Bang Bang Bang – Pull my Devil Trigger!
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves! You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.