The voices are here are trying to conrol me
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Need to clean my mind or never survive
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Suicide, the only solution
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Life is to a fault for no retribution
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Slashing my arms,
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To let the blood free
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Soon to get away from the pain
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I have lost all I believe,
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To a world of hypocrisy
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Not afraid to die,
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Just an empty soul unconscious
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Whats a drug to make a difference
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But now I'm taking it through
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Only the pain I earn,
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The kind that sticks right through you
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The voices are here are trying to conrol me
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Soon to get away from the pain
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I have lost all I believe,
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To a world of hypocrisy
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Not afraid to die,
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Just an empty soul, unconscious
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Whats a drug to make a difference
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But now I'm taking it through
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Only the pain I earn,
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The kind that sticks right through you
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Paradox
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| Hypocrisy |
