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My visions are all clouded |
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I see nothing but red |
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This hatred has now congealed to a near climatic state |
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Why do I remain here to weaken through the years? |
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I am so confused - my soul dies all the while |
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I don't wish to co-exist with this feeble human race |
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I don't feel the need to be infected with the disease called "life" |
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A state of mental grief causes my mind great pain |
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In this emotional state |
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I suffer from despondency |
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Violent and murderous thoughts |
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Form deep inside my mind |
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Dwelling on these sights to the point where |
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I'm insane |
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Why do I remain alive when |
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I only wish to die? |
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I am so distressed - my soul rots all the while |
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I'm surrounded by life-loving shapes that exist without a choice |
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Your fears of death are covered up by the words "Suicide is weak" |
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Released from the grip of life's burdening chains |
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My body devoid of blood and unable to embrace pain |
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With death |
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I'll grow in strength and might |
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Fading away without remorse |
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With death |
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I'll leave this weakened earth |
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To become at one with the night |
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With death |
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I'll grow in strength and might |
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Fading away without remorse |
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With death |
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I'll leave this weakened earth |
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I am at one with the night |
