| It’s more than controlling
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| It’s more than everything I’ve got
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| The force to finish life
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| Begins in heads, and ends with a knife
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| When it comes
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| Slow, deep and firmed deadly
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| It’s more than a wish
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| Perhaps like prophecy
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| How does it start the first time?
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| How does it start when it comes?
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| The wish to kill again
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| Is now stronger, stronger…
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| First — I will try
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| Second — my own way to die
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| A third time — try to die once more
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| EDGES, cut, EDGES
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| I watch the days go by
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| Can’t wait for the night, the night
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| Again my pulse grows
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| I’m ready to cut me off
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| I’m sure this will be my last try
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| I will kill me, myself and I
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| This time I’ll make no faults
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| I will use eternal force
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| Is this right — is this wrong
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| Do that act — must be strong
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| Can’t wait now — I waited so long
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| This time for sure — I’ll be dead
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| I’m dead — I’m dead — I’m dead — I’ll be dead
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| First — I will try
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| Second — my own way to die
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| A third time — try to die once more
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| EDGES, cut, EDGES
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| I watch the days go by
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| Can’t wait for the night, the night
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| Again my pulse grows
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| I’m ready to cut me off |