| At the time of my last pain
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| I scream, so I can run away
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| What I see in front of me
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| Is only the reflection of my insanity
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| Throwing me to the present
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| Alone almost is despair
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| My head throws itself against the wall
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| Making my blood flow free of me
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| To be born again, it’ll be a sad destiny
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| To seek death when it’s inside of myself
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| I throw up trying to put it out
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| I try to sleep sitting on the cold ground
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| Reminders from the past
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| Repulsion of the present
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| Fear of the future
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| Septic schizo
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| Reminders from the past
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| Repulsion of the present
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| Fear of the future
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| Septic schizo
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| Reminders from the past
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| Repulsion of the present
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| Fear of the future
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| Septic schizo
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| Stained by blood on the face
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| I see that my life goes by in front of me
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| As an old movie, I feel not proud
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| Of anything I’ve done
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| I scorn myself with anguish
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| My nerves are blowing
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| Inside of me my skin burns
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| I sink my toes on the ground
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| I wanna quit; |
| but I don’t wanna enter another place
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| I’m marked and wounded, the decaying of my thoughts
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| The rotten smell on my skin
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| The cold body, thrown and forgotten
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| I can see the things, but I’m blinded to the world… |