| Everywhere you turn something is forlorn
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| Drained mind from the time you where born
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| Twinkling light, a dagger carves the skull
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| Nothing left, no memories no soul
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| No feelings left, no emotions, no life
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| All that is left is demolition and demise
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| Trapped in a squared empty room
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| Dark which sticks in as a womb
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| Stabbing
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| Twisting
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| Burning
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| Pounding
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| A cut so deep inside my soul
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| The dagger still caught inside my mind
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| Cannot run away from the pain
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| It’s carving inside my brain
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| I am left to pretend
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| Like I knew what had happened
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| The pain will not once again leave
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| But I can’t remember who cut me
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| Panic, to get out of this room
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| Wanting to get out of the wretched gloom
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| Must be a way out, can’t even shout
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| Howling like a wolf
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| Trapped by hunters in the night
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| Shattering the glass, desperately want to pass
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| The dagger of the mind’s still carving
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| For the lust of life I’m starving
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| Fucking let me out!
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| Stabbing
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| Twisting
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| Burning
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| Pounding
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| A cut so deep inside my soul
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| The dagger still caught inside my mind
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| Cannot run away from the pain
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| It’s carving inside my brain
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| I am left to pretend
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| Like I knew what had happened
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| The pain will not once again leave
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| But I can’t remember who cut me |