Induced psychosis lies dormant for today, but you know you'll
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get sick again.
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So what's wrong with this picture but bones in the beak of the
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Erudite who talks to himself.
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Cut yourself, hang yourself...The human instinct presides when
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mind and body consequentially divide. Emerge from cold tile.
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Not to be reborn...Rather, to suck the breast of scorn.
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Breathe in...Breathe out. The drugs begin to take and what
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used to be a deadly secret, now is the utmost rapport.
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As far as I can tell, I am more addicted to a wealth of being
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possessed. Make room, deep inside, for malevolent thoughts in
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your mind. It's a conflict of interest, but it makes the truth
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easy to find. When the walls are hammering down your curse and
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the prophecies stand aside...Time flying by like you wish you
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were dead...So hide as well as you can. You'll never be free.
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How does it feel? You've got no fuckin' chance.
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All done...This is it...You're gonna burn in fuckin' Hell
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until you die. Sickened by relation...You're diseased.
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Sharing needles!
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Sharing Needles
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