A preacher and his fanatism for convincing.

                               My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak

                               Two hours till the end of suffering

 

                               Two hours left till mass

                               Two hours and gas will fill my lungs

                               Two hours till the end of suffering

                               Two more hours of weeping

 

                               Two hours and gas will fill my lungs

                               Ten years, nearly eleven

                               Two more hours of weeping

The voices outside are heaven

 

The voices outside are heaven

                                               I wish I could join the speak

                               Ten years, nearly eleven

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