| They bother me. |
| All of these thoughts enter in
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| My amity faltered and rusted with chains. |
| I’m far from okay. |
| I just deteriorate
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| into these lies
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| I’ve tried convincing my mind I’m alright but the time healed nothing like I
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| was foretold it would mend me inside
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| Guess I’ll writhe in my shell. |
| I take the first hearse straight to hell
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| Don’t you cry when the bell rings at the cemetery funeral
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| You’ll be fine, I know
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| Don’t think of me when things are low
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| I deserve fire and brimstone as my casket and for my throne
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| Harrowing
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| Distressed, it seeks for the veins
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| From under flesh, this awaits me to break from pain with a blade to my wrists
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| On my grave, I hope you piss upon the memories you received and don’t you wish
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| for me to be at ease or in peace
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| Destructive tendencies delivered me to this place
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| A flood of entropy to permeate through my brain and I just take it.
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| I let decadence have the say. |
| Carrying me to waste
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| They bother me. |
| All of these thoughts enter in
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| I can sense a coming end enclosing on me. |
| Seducing, the noose lustfully caught
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| my eye
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| With a gaze, I contemplate sealing fate
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| This depression is severing all of my aspirations to attain a life of happiness
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| and leave without the shame that burdens me with lack of confidence and hatred
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| I disdain the way pain plays such a part in this, deterring me a way to carry on |