| Inside the pain, I count how many breaths I have left
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| Inside the pain, I count how many heartbeats I have left
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| Inside the pain, I feel the lack of impulse in my flesh
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| Inside the pain, I have no strength to breathe in the air
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| Inside the pain, no more caressing spiked memories
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| I miss you
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| Or maybe I don’t
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| I know you would like me to
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| Insides crumbled with the vice of hopeless thoughts
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| Look at what you’ve done don’t turn away from my corpse
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| My existence smashed against the wall
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| See how fast it starts to decompose
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| Why me?
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| Insides crumbled with the vice of hopeless thoughts
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| Look at what you’ve done don’t turn away from my corpse
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| My existence smashed against the wall
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| Be transparent something I can easily ignore
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| When unrelenting voices
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| Try to exert control
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| Sit by the river
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| And watch the bodies flow
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| In prayer
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| Fold your hands
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| In prayer
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| Bowels burn
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| In prayer
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| All my faith
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| In prayer
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| Multiple collecting of self
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| Putting pieces together
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| Something finished
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| To be a human as expected
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| Uniform, a closed constellation
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| Fixed pattern of hemoglobin
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| Insides crumbled with the vice of hopeless thoughts
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| Look at what you’ve done don’t turn away from my corpse
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| My existence smashed against the wall
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| See how fast it starts to decompose |