| In deceitful hours my thoughts are threatening me
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| Encoffined in my mind they choke my will
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| Entwining my inherent they change my brain
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| To the womb that incubates insanity
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| My inner voice: A screeching, scraping choir
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| Performing in a cranial theatre
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| The end of act sick’s a rebirth,
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| A climax of feelings restrained
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| In contractious pain I give birth
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| To my sombre self, finally unleashed
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| Bewildered and numb I gaze at my corpus
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| Beholding a wry cavalcade of remains
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| At last I am victorious
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| Over me, who brought forth myself! |