| I feel this searing pain burning through my skin
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| This pain’s intoxicating
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| Euphoric
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| This pain alters me
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| I scream the pain away but no one hears me
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| They tell me just to rest
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| «Soon you won’t feel a thing»
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| I have vague memories of someone looking down on me
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| And visions of my blood dripping down into a drain
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| Can’t take away the pain
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| See all the blood and strain
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| I’m living for the pain
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| As it’s coursing through my veins
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| Never close your eyes
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| I look into my eyes and I can see my own reflection
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| As I bury deep inside the very sight of my discretion
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| In my heart to realize that everything is mad of hatred
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| Like the lis I built inside all made of ash and desecration
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| I died |