Mist envelops your mind. Everything blurs together. Nothing makes sense. It should make sense. You will make it make sense. There isn't chaos. There isn't rage. There is no need for peace, friendship, kindness, so you will be the antithesis. You will become that chaos. You will become that rage. And most of all, you will become

Carnage.

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you can clearly tell who was in charge of the track details -v

we all got sick of waiting so I published it

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