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Voices screaming inside my head, |
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am I insane, am I even alive? |
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More than alive, I know I am. |
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The outside world is absolute |
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but I live in a multitude of dimensions. |
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I am beyond reach, |
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meaningless values don't matter to me. |
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Darker than the starless night, |
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I feel their creeping touch. |
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Swearing to myself: |
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it was the last time! |
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"Nothing's left here for you..." |
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Why won't you just leave me alone? |
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"...Your filth will last eternally." |
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Your words will not tangle my mind! |
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"You will never get rid of us." |
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I'll sacrifice anything fro just one moment of peace, |
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for just this moment of peace. |
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Blood, so beautiful, |
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razors, my precious key of serenity. |
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Quiet, finally solitude, |
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sometimes minutes, sometimes hours |
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before my fiend returns. |
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This moment of peace is worth any pain. |
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There are many ways to torture oneself. |
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Razors - cutting deep into my flesh. |
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Some try to understand, |
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try to figure me out. |
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But my hands are tied, |
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I can only tell so much. |
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"You may not tell them our secrets..." |
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I may not talk about the voice, the demons! |
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"...Or we will torture you." |
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My filth will last forever! |
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"There is no hope for you." |
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Apathy - the fruit of repressed experience. |
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In my dreams, it keeps on haunting me. |
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My razors, precious blood. |
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Why won't serenity endure? |
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My blood, the one thing pure about me, |
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it gives just one moment of peace. |
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Is there blood stronger than mine? |
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Is there peace that will last? |
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A peace where voices make no difference? |
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"You may not seek that blood, |
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depend on us or you will surely die." |
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Is there blood stronger than mine? |
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Is there peace that will last? |
