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Withering and as ugly as sin |
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What's right or wrong |
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Who am I to tell? |
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This dreadful sight |
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This atrophied body |
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It is me, lying on the ground |
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Needless flowers of speech |
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I cannot endure this shape |
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Needless flowers of speech |
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But they can't see inside of me |
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My own mind... |
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My mind is my prison |
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I have lost touch with reality |
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Mental breakdown: the insight, then the fall |
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And now deadness is ubiquitous |
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They dissect me without understanding |
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...Only a disease |
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Not a human being |
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Needless flowers of speech |
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I cannot endure this shape |
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Needless flowers of speech |
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But they can't see inside of me |
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My own mind... |
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My mind is my prison |
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I have lost touch with reality |
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I can't resist my inner demons |
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I drown in the sea of forgiveness |
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But somehow I die with thirst |
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My own mind... |
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My mind is my prison |
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I have lost touch with reality |
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My own mind... |
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My mind is my prison |
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I have lost touch with reality |