| Closets of my mind destroyed, as I enter outward from a void
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| Corpses white have strapped me down, I rise above then fall
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| Tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall
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| Psychic pain on ice, I hurt
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| Devoid strength my life, inert
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| Anger fills they’ve shocked me back
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| White corpses turn to black
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| I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all
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| Word Salad, no ballad
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| Word Salad, no ballad
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| Diabolic plot, a toy, my brain the corpses to destroy
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| Prick my arm, injection fed, it’s poison, I’m no fool
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| Tetanus shot, be sure it’s not, I wish I were at school
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| Closets of my mind destroyed, but I enter inward, black void
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| Hatred turns to apathy, led down this dark abyss
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| Good night, farewell you pig from hell, this world I shall not miss
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| Word Salad, no ballad
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| Word Salad
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| Woken up from death, nausea
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| Catatonic stupor, anoxia
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| Remaining still I hold onto a sense of permanence
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| Negativistic fear of pain, algophobic life sentence
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| Moral, physical decay, hatred withered away
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| Scourge of God he makes me pay, I shall not live or die
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| Vegetative judgment passed, my only thought to cry |