| Racing with death, life in a mess
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| Time growing shorter with every regret
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| Efforts subceeding, I’m losing restrain
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| Insincere promise I’ve broken again
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| Nothing can touch me for once I am dead
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| Exclude the body, the spirit is left
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| I have no problem in coping with life
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| It is this world that condemns me to die
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| THIS IS HELL WE’RE IN
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| Enduring in pain
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| IN THIS HELL WE’RE IN
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| I will not remain
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| THIS IS HELL WE’RE IN
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| Forbidden to want
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| FROM THIS HELL WE’RE IN
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| I wish to move on
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| Wrapped in self doubt enmeshed in the brain
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| Darkest depression succumbing again
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| Waiting the hour, the string snaps inside
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| Length of a second to take my own life
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| So it is promised I do not believe
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| Anything better than what I have seen
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| Out of this body, I wait for this day
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| In this hell were in, entangled in pain
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| Balance upset into leaning on death
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| Simplified option to life’s little test
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| Constantly guarding against its attack
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| Why were we put here to feel its effect
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| Violent pressure has tired my tries
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| It is my wish that it’s soon that I die
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| Hanging by threads to the realms of the sane
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| It is this world that has made me this way |