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