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I. White Lands Of Empathica. . The end. . The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him. Taking him to the white lands. Of empathica. Of innocence. Empathica. Innocence. . Ii. Home. .
Finally the hills are without eyes. They are tired of painting a dead man's face red. With their own blood. . They used to love having so much to lose. Blink your eyes just once and see everythin
Life it seems, will fade away. Drifting further every day. . . Getting lost within myself. Nothing matters no one else. . . . I have lost the will to live. Simply nothing more to give. . T