| I’m in such a fucking dark place
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| I look in the mirror but I don’t know who that is
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| I just know that is not my face
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| Feeling unusual that is my usual, albeit beautiful mind state
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| What will I do to you? |
| Maybe some voodoo
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| Who knows what I’ll try, I’m so sick in the mind
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| That the doctors will tell you there’s nothing that they can prescribe
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| All that aside, how many times have I woke up at night
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| From the whispers and voices from shadows who tell me tell me it’s murder
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| tonight?
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| And I hurd 'em like cattle, wait, I don’t think I’m even using it right
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| Like confusing a spoon with the knife
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| And I feel like I’m losing it
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| Might be a lunatic in front of you
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| And him and you and him, I’m wondering (Why am I doing this?)
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| I’m on the loose, I just escaped
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| I was just looking for somewhere to stay
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| 'Til he went away and then there was you, he was there too
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| Just molesting, I’m through with you guessing
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| Just shut the fuck up, it’s about to get messy, so stop the confessing
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| It’s too late, I bet they were begging but you kept progressing
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| And you were there pressing the button, recording it all
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| So I welcome you both to the end of it
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| I’ma be person that’s ending it
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| Funny how the mind can be intertwined with the dark side
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| From a thin line of a maniacal salt mine, the benefit
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| Who gives a shit? |
| It’s irrelevant
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| Like contaminated evidence, I do it for the hell of it
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| And medicine ain’t helping it, so murder is my element
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| (Murder is my element)
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| Have you ever come in contact with a sick mind? |
| (Sick mind)
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| The shadows are the only ones ever listening
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| (Are the only ones ever listening)
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| I can’t even walk on a thin line
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| Balance along it one more time
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| Pay attention and you’ll find
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| That a sick mind is a product of the world we’re living in
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| Have you ever come in contact with a sick mind? |
| (Sick mind)
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| The shadows are the only ones ever listening
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| (Are the only ones ever listening)
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| I can’t even walk on a thin line
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| Balance along it one more time
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| Pay attention and you’ll find
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| That a sick mind is a product of the world we’re living in
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| Imperfections, less than perfect
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| Examining inward for outward purpose
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| These spoken words, they provide a service
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| To those who need them, they’re feeling worthless
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| These feelings surface in times like these
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| World can make you feel you’re a disease
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| Been there, done that, got lost, came back
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| Which race, lost track, so familiar
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| Constantly cold like it’s always December
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| Lack of emotions, I cannot remember
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| Going through notions to fit in society
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| All the while quietly feeling no better
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| This anger, it holds it together
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| Just like the stitches and staples and capital letters
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| In all of my letters I write to myself
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| In an effort to try to lend my future help
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| Don’t think it charity, think of it legacy
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| Moment they bury me, I’ll be alive in the songs
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| And they carry me off in the wind
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| As it manifest destiny? |
| Still they gon' question me
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| Tell me exactly what people expect of me
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| Silence is deafening, still no accepting me
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| Still no peace up in my heart while my soul is protecting me
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| I’m my own enemy, no need defending me
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| I’ll be alive in the revelry, generally lost in the empathy
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| Mentally find an identity, words are my weaponry
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| Still no serenity, world will not let me be
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| So I become what they need of me
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| Killing my needs and defeating me
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| Bringing me down to the point where I look in the mirror
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| And wonder why you still believe in me
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| (Do you believe in me?)
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| Have you ever come in contact with a sick mind? |
| (Sick mind)
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| The shadows are the only ones ever listening
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| (Are the only ones ever listening)
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| I can’t even walk on a thin line
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| Balance along it one more time
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| Pay attention and you’ll find
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| That a sick mind is a product of the world we’re living in
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| Have you ever come in contact with a sick mind? |
| (Sick mind)
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| The shadows are the only ones ever listening
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| (Are the only ones ever listening)
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| I can’t even walk on a thin line
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| Balance along it one more time
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| Pay attention and you’ll find
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| That a sick mind is a product of the world we’re living in
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| Dark Place
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| I’m in such a fucking dark place
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| Dark place, dark place, d-d-d-dark place
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| I’m in such a fucking dark place
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| Dark place, dark place, d-d-d-dark place |