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I sit and pick my brain each night |
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With an axe in my hand held tight |
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Bite my nose to spite my face |
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Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race |
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Wallowing in neck-deep misery |
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Quicksand dissent, pressure free |
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Deepest wounds are self inflicted |
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Should I hope to be vindicted |
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Always alone, society's abortion |
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Self mutilation, the daily portion |
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Resentful past breeds hopeful future |
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With tears of blood, I remove the sutures |
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Dying inside, emotions they hide |
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Irreperable damage from the tears the I've cried |
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I climb from the sewer, the years that I have spent |
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Self mutilation or my environment |
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Chorus 2x: |
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Tears of blood Tears of blood |
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I cry I cry |
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Tears of blood Tears of blood |
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I die |
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Deny myself for fear of being |
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Is it over now, has my heart stopped beating |
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Lying here just self defeating |
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My mind is empty, it won't stop bleeding |
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Twisted anger screams my brain |
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Over the edge, I hang in pain |
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Mouth locked shut my mind won't swallow |
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With tears of blood, alone I wallow |
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No one to blame except myself |
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What you call masochism I call wealth |
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Maybe its just a matter of pride |
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Too sweet to end with suicide |
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Peel the scab, pour salt in the wound |
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Torturing myself, I'm forever doomed |
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Looking east and west each and every moon |
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A peaceful rest comes someday soon |
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No one to blame except myself |
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What you call masochism I call wealth |
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Is death life and do we live in hell ? |
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Chorus 3x |
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