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My beautiful scars, bleed the words that I carve
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Self mutilation is my belief, scabs off the wounds of release
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My beautiful bliss, crystal clear black abyss
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Depression I find entwined inside, injected right into my spine
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Sinking inside - Dragging Me Down - Mental flesh tears - My twisted spiral of despair
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My beautiful war, sacrifice I adore, A mass ricochet
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Bullets that stray, sad how the innocent pay
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The mirror I face, isolations embrace, reflecting my souls sad epithet
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Smiling though my eyes are dead
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My requiem piece, vicious circles decrease, waving as I drown everyone stares
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My well trodden spiral of despair
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Twisted
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| Kill II This |
