| The ceiling of my mind is a banqueting hall
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| Thousand cockroaches shift on the floor
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| I had a night in which everything was revealed
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| Cockroaches comprise a truth I’ll never speak
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| They were there, and knew my name
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| Don’t let me forget
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| I’m sad, I feel the future is hopeless
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| I’m bored, I’m guilty and I am being punished
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| I’ve lost interest in other people
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| I cannot make decisions, I can’t sleep, I can’t think
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| I cannot love, overcome my lonelyness, my fear, my disgust
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| I would like to kill myself
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| In darkness!
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| Four-forty-eight desparation visits, I shall speak no more
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| I don’t want to die
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| I’ve become so depressed by the fact of my mortality
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| I don’t want to live, I don’t want to die!
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| I will drown in disphoria
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| In the cold black pond of the self
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| The pit of my immaterial mind
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| How can I return to form?
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| Not a life I could countenance
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| They will love me for that which destroys me
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| The sword in my dreams
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| The dust of my thoughts
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| The sickness that breeds in the folds of my mind
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| Ask me why!
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| I shall hang myself (4x)
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| Sertraline: insomnia worsened
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| Citalopram: morning tremors
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| Prozac: weight loss, homicidal thoughts, believes consultant is the Antichrist
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| Thorazine: slept calmer
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| My body decompensates, my body flies apart
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| Like a bird on the wing in a swollen sky
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| How can I return to form?
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| My mind is torn away by lightning
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| As it flies apart from the thunder behind
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| Four-forty-eight desparation visits
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| I’ve become so depress by the fact of my mortality
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| Warm darkness, which soaks my eyes, I know no sin
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| The capture, the rapture, the rupture of a soul
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| Validate me, witness me, see me, love me
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| My final submission my final defeat
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| Watch me vanish, watch me vanish, vanish
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| I’m in my right mind
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| I can see myself |