| I see their faces, they’re hunting me
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| It’s like a bullet flying over me
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| Despite the time they waste on me
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| There’s no way out, no breaking free
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| I chase the shadow on the wall
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| I am a prisoner of myself
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| Just look at me
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| No doctor — no healing
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| There’s only disbelieving
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| The naked truth — no fantasy
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| No doctor — no healing
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| This poison gas I’m breathing
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| No other choice — than suicide and mania
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| Too many changes have ripped out my heart
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| Edge of insanity, I am the evil part
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| This must be real no fantasy
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| They’re watching and destroying me
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| I’ll crash my car against a wall
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| A silent scream, a final call
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| A funeral march
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| No doctor — no healing
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| There’s only disbelieving
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| The naked truth — no fantasy
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| No doctor — no healing
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| This poison gas I’m breathing
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| No other choice — than suicide and mania |