You, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder? Disorder Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep Disorder, disorder, disorder
I sit, in my desolate room No lights, no music Just anger I've killed everyone I'm away forever, but I'm feeling better How do I feel? What do I say? Fuck you, it all goes away How do I feel? What do I say? Fuck you, it all goes away
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