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Originally Posted by Hassmaschine
"Well, me, it's nice talking to myself, A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain, And smile its black-tooth grin
If the war inside my head, Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back, Here I come again"
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Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxietys attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I dont know where Ive been
Once you committed me
Now youve acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
Im chomping at the bit
Im sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets
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