I (am), dementia in your mind, creator of decisions, violent visions and lies.
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Blind, your eyes forever blind, reality is dead by your force fed demise.
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Get out of my head, someone save me from this madness, I'd rather be dead.
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All I see is reality fabricated by something I refuse to see.
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You know who I am.
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You created me by letting yourself believe.
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Take my cold dead hands and go six feet down, your failure is found.
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I (am), dementia in your mind, creator of decisions, violent visions and lies.
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Blind, your eyes forever blind, reality is dead by your force fed demise.
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Take me away.
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Take me away, I just want out from this self-imprisoned self-made Hell.
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Don't be surprsed, this is your mind coming to life by self-sacrifice.
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This tragedy of death will walk hand in hand with every thought of regret.
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Blame yourself for what you've become.
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The mind is a powerful thing set to self-destruct.
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Mind-fucked, you had your chance, your time, this is the end of the line.
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This is the end of the line.
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This is the end.
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I, dementia in your mind, creator of decisions, violent visions and lies.
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Blind, your eyes forever blind, reality is dead by your force fed demise.
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We will slowly rot until this is stopped.
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I, Dementia
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