William Fitzsimmons - Psychasthenia

Could you map this globe

With a torment slowly rose

To a fear resigned

Quiet room I hope I find

Cut me open please

Cut me open please

With an alter robe

I have stumbled knife to lobe

In compulsion drown

Counting every phantom found

Cut me open please

Cut me open please

Cut me open please

Cut me open please

 A~A~A~  A~A~A~

With a bridge I've killed

I will serotonin fill

To a fear resigned

Quiet room I hope I find

Cut me open please

Cut me open please

Cut me open please

Cut me open please
   A   A thank
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