Dante XXI

Weight of the world Each have to carry there own Nothing's for certain But to carry your own From the first birth of life till our final last breath You never thought that you could make it this far We don't stop, we keep fighting on Wandering in cir

Abandon all hope he who enter here Eternal pain that runs among the lost It's the fiction of life What you are is what you live It never made a fucking difference to you In the eyes you can see the truth It's the fiction of life I'm going deep no oth