| Cannot get a grip.
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| Living in a distant unconcerned cycle of shit.
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| The rats are closing in, while the flesh crumbles just beneath the skin,
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| without trust, fear consumes the mind, without trust,
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| fear consumes the mind, how can I trust you,
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| when you can’t even trust yourself,
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| you get all high and think everybody is talking shit,
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| you grab a gun or a knife and all you want to do is kill,
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| a genius of manipulation and extremely paranoid,
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| writhing in all its sickness.
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| Weak and feeble minded, a substance turns into a way of life,
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| you choose to run from your demons and hide,
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| you will not go without and nothing will suffice,
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| you’re lying to yourself I can see it in your eyes,
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| secluded out of touch by avoiding mankind,
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| you’ve done this to yourself, you’ve sacrificed your mind.
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| Bleeding for another day.
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| Scratch the flesh away, hanging by a thread that’s unraveling at both ends,
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| search for metal bliss that’s leading to the emptiness.
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| God of sorted nothing, release my pain slowly,
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| I ask no more questions you give worthless answers,
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| pale and bleeding dying lifeless, will for give me for my weakness.
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| Found dead lying on the floor immersed in vomit,
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| eyes glaze over a powder white enigma liquefied in a feeding utensil,
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| hatred surged to the extreme of paranoia and I can’t kill no more,
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| feel no more you will learn to trust fear,
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| genus of manipulation extremely paranoid,
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| writhe in all your sickness.
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| All the lives you’ve destroyed! |