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I’m going insane locked in this room
My only escape is my doom
Sharpening my knives, counting my scars
I can’t believe we’ve come this far
I say my prayers, I close my eyes
But who will care when I die
I’ve fallen away from myself
Now my soul it starts to melt

Would it serve you well if I burned in hell
If I was no more and you had no one to fear

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