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| The blood drenching from your cranium |
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| Due to over exhorted thoughts |
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| Trying to sedate the mind |
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| So you may carry out your plots |
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| This fantasy wants me dead |
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| Not conscious of all this bulls**t that I read |
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| Getting angry and frustrated |
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| Because of their cold stares |
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| Because they were killed by nightmares |
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| I live in the dark because I hate the day |
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| I never thought that what I said could be premeditated |
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| All your answers are in this conclusion that I stated |
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| Happiness isn't a feeling |
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| Happy people misinterpret what they saw |
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| If you don't want to hit her anymore |
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| Thinking back to when I lied |
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| Spewing my thoughts from my mouth |
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| Stabbing them is someone else's head |
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| Unconscious of what their mind was fed |
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| My life protruding from my body |
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| My body protruding from my mind |
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| Nerve endings being torn apart |
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| Misleading all passages to the heart |
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| Secluding myself from everybody I love |
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| Feeling below then I'm above |
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| Do I look f***ing crazy to you? |
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| Sutured the mind or the sickly and weak |
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| Shut my mouth when I try to speak |
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| My whole body gets flaccid |
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| Tired of mourning for casualties |
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| The sovereign strength in our possession |
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| Lashing out at the world's oppression |
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| The desire for knowledge is my obsession |
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| Exhumed myself into depression |
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| Intravenously made its way into my heart |
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| Finding frission in the final story I told |
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| Inordinate the powers of the mind |
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| My f***ed up life is null and void |
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| Reminiscing on all the lives I destroyed |
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| This hemorrhage is taking my life |
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| My skin has been lacerated |
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| Trying to read the last instruction |
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| But my vision became faded |
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| Evidently thinking of death |
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| I'm unworthy of taking a breath |
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| I'm trying to take your hand |
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| But I'm restricted from motion and action |
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| I'll stop reaching if it meets your satisfaction |
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| Willingly going into this frail state |
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| I involuntarily killed my soul mate |
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| Punctured my hand into the hearts of the happy |
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| So I can have a little contentment |
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| But I don't feel sorry for the evil that hell sent. |
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