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Mar 2017
O sweet pain, help me
your claws sends me to paradise
but it rips my soul and humanity
and that is too high of a price

I got nothing left, Im broke
and yet, I keep paying
I hate it I'm disgusting
all I wish is to be gone in smoke

Without a soul I'm dying
It hurts so much; I love it
I just deserve it

Life was short and painfull
but Im just dust
with a heart filled with rust

O douce soufrance, reconforte moi
Je te hait mais j'y revien toujours
Tes griffe sanglante me font roi
je te hait et m'en irai un jour

Esseyant de me tuer
Je suis mon Antechrist
Je suis mon Christ
Esseyant de me sauver

Je rampe a default de marcher
s'il n'y a de héro je le saurai
just, va t'en laisse moi soufrir

Si tu continue tu ve redevenir
rien de plus que poussière
avec un coeur de verre
I personnaly prefer the french version
Félix Thériault
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Félix Thériault  Yamachiche
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