Incubator - Prisons of Gore

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Look at the morning sun
A thirteenth month was born
Who wants to play this game?
Answer your mission
Reflection of your mind
Leads me to my grave
Could a existence be born
Which made dreams to mystic lies
You're buried in a cage of reality
To sell your soul for a trip
To yourself
To live in a world of
Forbidden doors
Run away, leave your camp
Love and hate melt fast together
Leave a body of fear
Brain work to forget
Your existence!
Meet the hangman, at the backdoor
Of your lost paradise!
Create your harmony
In shadow of the lie
Be a part of the forgotten
Kingdom