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Visions of murder take place in my mind |
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I strip the souls from the worthless |
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Euphoric pleasure saturates, but this is real |
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These memories of conflict and struggle |
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Why do I feel these feelings of regret and pity? |
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But what has happened? There's blood on my hands |
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What have I done? I do not know |
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Recollections becoming clear, Flesh under my nails is really here |
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The monster that I've become |
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Has just done what cannot be undone |
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Unconscious state, who am I? |
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What have I done? I do not know |
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Massive confusion, massive confusion overwealms and saturates, saturates my conscious |
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A million misconceptions feel all too real |
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I'm an entanglement of disillusion, blessed by virtues of strife |
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What of my normal life? The acts I remember |
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What if they don't exist? I they're not real? |
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Betrayal of oneself - existing - unknowing |
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The misuse of life has led me to this state of dementia |
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The evil that courses through my veins consumes me whole |
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I strip the soul from your worthlessness |
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You turn cold as I take from you last kiss |
