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Weak Child |
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Cries Never |
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HeardDeep |
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PainThe Kind |
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That's Easily |
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IgnoredCan't get my thoughts across to tell you |
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Torture intensifying inside |
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Dense liquid pain fills my prison cell |
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This overflow's my personal hell |
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Institutions |
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Forever Haunting |
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As the sword thrusts through my chest |
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I direct, inject for pleasure |
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Don't know why self immolation |
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Tempts me, it's something |
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I can't explain |
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As I step out to the edge |
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This overflow's up to my head |
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The dark comes dressed |
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In a lavish winter gown |
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Laced with the rays of the sun |
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Shined with the glaze of the moon |
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Taketh hand in hand |
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Escort the fluid to your land |
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My pleasure awaits temporary escape |
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My cell will fill once again |
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But until then |