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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