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Lyrics: In Dying Arms. We Are The Merciless.

She looked at me as if looks could kill.
Liar, why are still here.
Why must you stare,
i can see through you,
cause you're not there.
I can't stand still while you beat me.
You breathe nothing,
you're all nothing.
Show me your passion, show me your heart.
Is there nobody in this world who can see.
Everyone's a fucking traitor,
we're human,
we all bleed red.