| Social decay in me
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| I strive for inner peace of mind
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| But yield to sicker needs
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| What’s sane is left behind
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| My hands are used as tools
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| I’m on a random psycho path
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| Birth-marked confiding fools
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| Let loose the wrath
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| I’m dreading to see your existence erased
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| Forever chased by insanity
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| Aggressive measures so unpleasant to face
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| But death is smiling at me
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| Infected with a dose of lunacy
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| I’m losing grip of reality
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| A forthcoming fear of what grows within me
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| Increasing absence of empathy
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| Inside the circle range
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| And life was put on hold
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| Her fate in hands of a mind deranged
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| Wait and watch as death unfolds
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| The fury drives me deeper
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| Exploiting my supremacy
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| I impersonate the reaper
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| And the dark sides of humanity
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| My heart is pounding
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| A taste of blood in my mouth
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| Death smiles at me
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| I feel alive
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| Demanding to see your existence erased
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| Forever chased by insanity
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| Aggressive measures so unpleasant to face
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| Yet death is smiling with me |