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The Past tells me, reminds me

to the bitterness and sores

frighten me, yes scare me

such evils' whispers on my ears

My whole body can't be moved

Scream out load hopes people look

but yeah my gulf the problem

or they are deaf? no they are not

OH tell me, people

your eyes are nice to mirror yourself

your mouth always comment to others

your hands just work for your ego

Do you ever taste hell?

Do you know how evils work?
You don't know how hurt it is

You don't know how this feeling is

All evils work without commands

They work, they look for

who are weak, who are hopeless

who have a problem in their life

That the way you do to me

I never even touch you

I even never want to disturb you

Please, go away from my life, Evils!

Please, stop talking behind my ears again...