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I scream until you like it |
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I live until you die |
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A prism of different mirrors |
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Distil into blood-red nothing |
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I scream until I die |
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Polished, packaged and camouflaged |
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Endless eloquence, rarely perceived |
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You lay your |
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Sheet of beliefs |
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On me |
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Making me |
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Your own |
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Your own all-seeming blindness |
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Ignorant knowledge |
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The empty paper calls me |
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Write something deep, something painful |
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Something you might want to live for; to see |
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Someone you cannot be |
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Live through me, live through mine |
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Make me do the things you never could |
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Create a world, put me in it |
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You'll never see -- it's you that I mould |
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Bleed me, feed me |
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With your mortal words |
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Fill me; kill me, with a pride that wasn't mine |
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Thrill me; opinions that choke |
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Vitalise the real me |
