| I feel unworthy
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| My body feels dirty
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| I spit up your thoughts on my breakfast plate
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| I’m a neurotic
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| Murder inside me
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| I’m a neurotic
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| Murder inside me
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| I’m feeling ragged
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| Torn in my cellar
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| Infection has grown into body art
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| I’m a neurotic
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| Murder inside me
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| I’m a neurotic
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| Murder inside me
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| The coffin hole’s your special friend
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| Death is wonder, the restful end
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| Muddy waters up to my neck
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| Wretched weeper needle head
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| Wretched weeper, syringe me with addiction
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| Syringe me, syringe me, syringe me with addiction
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| Syringe me with addiction
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| I’m feeling lonely
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| Without my injection
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| I’ll smash all your brains with the Christmas tree
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| I’m a neurotic
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| Murder inside me
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| I’m a neurotic
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| Murder inside me
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| The coffin hole’s your special friend
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| Death is wonder, the restful end
|
| Muddy waters up to my neck
|
| Wretched weeper needle head
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| Wretched weeper, syringe me with addiction
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| Syringe me, syringe me, syringe me with addiction
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| Syringe me with addiction |