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Disorder
03:02
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I'd give anything to turn back the clock, but the clock has turned its back on me. The hands of time are covering my eyes, leading me in circles through eternity.
I've been over this a thousand times before, but even this feels familiar to something more. Something real; something pure. Like birth pangs - is it worth pain to break this cycle I'm being trapped inside? I try to leave it behind, but can't remember why. Every time I turn my back, I turn my back; I turn my back to it all. Back to the walls I'm building.
Left behind.
I turn my back on me.
I'm sick. Cross-contaminate. My distraction's distracting everyone from seeing straight. Caught in a maze of memoirs blinded, so I can't escape. Don't follow me. I'm crying wolf - don't follow.
Wolf, come skin me alive. If you're going to drag me around, you might as well become me. (This sheep's made for clothing). Wolf, come skin me alive.
Cross-contamination. Sane suffocation. The wolf preys on the weak. The timeline's wrapped around my neck to suffocate my sanity.
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Identity Crisis
02:46
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Eyes glued to the wall. Afraid of change. Isolation keeps me insane.
Pastimes replay in my mind. Passed lives leave peace an quiet. Tripped up into my own head. If hindsight is 20/20, that's the closest to truth I'll get. The mirror damn near lied to me. Truth forgets nothings and no one, but I don't know who I am.
Who can I be but me? Can reality envy a dream? I am, therefore I'll be. But what is that? Does my state define me? Who can I be but me? Truth living in self denial. Who am I?
Eyes glued to my own reflection.
Truth be told, whoever's body this is, it's getting old. There's no hope for this man anymore.
Who can I be but me? Can reality envy a dream? I am, therefore I'll be. But what is that? Does my state define me? Who can I be but me? Truth living in self denial. Who am I?
Futile and frail, I face the fact that I'm the face of hell. My tongue is tied on all the lies I've spewed to sweet talk my head off. Wolf, come put your hands over my ears so I don't hear Death's bell. Shut my eyes so I don't see the reaper coming.
Wolf, can you hear me? I'm going def. Can anybody hear me?
Who can I be but me? I'm sick, that's all I see. If I never was, I would be better off.
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Wolf
02:13
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You set me up; you let me down.
An animal by day, a demon by night. You count us a prey, but at the end of it all you're nothing more than a side pain.
Gnawing your teeth as they rot and salivate at the thought of vitality, love and morality. Chase me down the rabbit hole. You made this my home - down you go.
Get behind me, Satan. I'm facing Greatness, so don't test my patience. I may have lost my name, but I've found a better one to bear. Get behind me, Satan. I'm facing Greatness. We're done falling for that bear trap smile you wear so well. Cat got your tongue? Where's that sweet talk I fell for? Head over heels on that guilt trip you threw me on.
You set me up; you let me down.
Sweet talk my head off. The room is spinning around. Sweet talk my head off before it spins into the ground.
An animal by day, a demon by night. You count us as prey, but at the end of it all, you're nothing more than a side pain. I'll shut that trap of yours on your own tongue. Chase me down the rabbit hole, you hell hound. I'm done falling for that bear trap smile.
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Death Wish
03:04
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Ground zero.
I've never felt this side of me. I've been sleeping in silence for centuries. Woke up to the sound of my own screams.
A pandemic of panic sweeps through my arteries. They say, "Gaia bleeds." My world of pain is flooding. Resources brought me solace. I searched the sifting seas for solid ground. Like a bloodhound begging for a bone, never to be fed, chewing on its own.
I've never felt this side of me. I've been sleeping in silence for centuries. Woke up to the sound of my own screams.
I'm left to die in this world because it died first.
From black gold to blackened souls.
Let me out.
Ignorance has graced me with this silence. Now all I hear is violence.
If I'm going out, I'm leaving nothing left standing. No mountains; no valleys. Nothing but a flat line.
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EWYK
02:36
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