| Visions of murder take place in my mind
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| I strip the souls from the worthless
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| Euphoric pleasure saturates, but this is real
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| These memories of conflict and struggle
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| Why do I feel these feelings of regret and pity?
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| But what has happened? |
| There’s blood on my hands
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| What have I done? |
| I do not know
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| Recollections becoming clear, Flesh under my nails is really here
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| The monster that I’ve become
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| Has just done what cannot be undone
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| Unconscious state, who am I?
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| What have I done? |
| I do not know
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| Massive confusion, massive confusion overwhelms and saturates, saturates my
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| conscious
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| A million misconceptions feel all too real
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| I’m an entanglement of disillusion, blessed by virtues of strife
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| What of my normal life? |
| The acts I remember
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| What if they don’t exist? |
| I they’re not real?
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| Betrayal of oneself — existing — unknowing
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| The misuse of life has led me to this state of dementia
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| The evil that courses through my veins consumes me whole
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| I strip the soul from your worthlessness
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| You turn cold as I take from you last kiss |