| Observing my inhuman environment
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| Nothing here to become attached to
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| Makes it easy to let go …
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| A plague on you! |
| No placebo left for you
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| What is sanity?
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| What is serenity?
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| Maybe one day, in my white room
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| Someone remembers me?!
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| And maybe some day some creature
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| Might even cherish me?!
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| How disturbing! |
| A demon in my eyes?
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| You put me here, I guess to let me die
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| The cannibals mask is only for your protection
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| The virus travels through my tongue, they say
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| Compassion, not part of your vocabulary
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| Forgiveness, not of mine
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| Fear my revenge you pathetic fool
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| I am not yet forsaken |