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I feel nothing, fuck like sick despair |
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All this suffering, goddamn, don't you care? |
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Here's the rope, tie me up to the bed |
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Pull it hard, break the skin, take me out of my head |
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There's just one thing, all I ask you to do |
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A small something, here's my body to use |
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Place my soul in a box and believe |
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The worlds not ready, the fall misery |
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Count down the days that you have kept me alive |
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In this place only the willing survive |
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It's my pleasure, cut with one hand |
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I'm the queen of the dark, I command |
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There's just one thing, all I want you to do |
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A small something, here's my body to use |
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Show the world how to fear and blaspheme |
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Here's the rope pull it tight, show me dark and obscene |
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The smoke clears and in whispering waves |
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Of self mutilation I see the dark sky fall to pieces |
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The world is sometimes too heavy to breath |
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And the dead surround me like an ocean |
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I can't recognize the reflection |
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Looking back through the mirror |
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As if some sort of silent stranger |
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With mean eyes and deadly stare |
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He sees everything and why? |
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Then with one last glimmer defiant |
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I'm transformed into a monster a giant |
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With no heart, no limbs, no desire |
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This is not a suicide letter |
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I just want to get a real close look at death |
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Touch his matted hair as I pass him by |
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You slash my heart on razors edge |
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On the razors edge |
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Don't worry, we'll mend it, stay with me |
