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intro
01:09
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bed of nails
01:17
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don't waste your breath. stuck inside my head. back at the same place. can't be saved by what you say. when will my time come? don't care to find out. hate this life. hate myself. rotting from the inside out. carrier of this sickness. this is my existence. drowning in self doubt. these thoughts cannot be helped. my chest is always tight. muffled screams throughout the night. there's no substance. this is hell. help me end my fucked up dream. your love will not save me. wake up, resent, repeat. this life is not for me.
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war
01:49
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bitter for the better. trust no one ever. this life fucking sucks so i never keep my head up. shoulders stay slouched. always keep to myself. that's the hand i was dealt. and i can't say i'm proud. you've never felt the pain that i've felt. you can't feel the hatred i feel for everyone else. i'm not torn down, i'm worn out from war sounds inside my head that i can't force out. if you can't reverse the pain i feel then stay the fuck away. your second hand advice never helped in the first place. socially inept, i'm inadequate and i know i can't reverse the damages i did. stressed and depressed, i'm suppressed in my head fighting a war from inside with what's left. i'm at war with myself.
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desist
01:37
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you at your lowest low is how i feel all the time. distorted by the chains of life. i've never felt a grip this tight. hands of time around my neck, i am stuck standing still. my body is locked in place. i am filth, a fucking waste. you never see me crack a smile, this shit was never funny. you can't hide. you can't escape; can't try and run from it. leave me lost. just let me rot. this ends where it started. the silence of my hatred, this is my only option. run. aim for your head. we're not the fucking same.
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no substance
02:33
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there is no voice of reason when i live with no fucking regrets. i am filled with hatred. nothing else inside of me. i no longer feel the warmth of happiness or love. empty stares. dying days. refuse to feel. refuse to heal. these feelings cease to exist. emotionless. poker face. set in stone.
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undertow
01:16
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i've lost all control over myself. so i hang my head real low. i am sinking. succumb to darkness. this is the undertow. today is as far as i go.
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