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Don't want it
I cannot control it. I am in sane. People think that I am psychic but I'm psychotic. I'm hearing whispers but no one's talking. I look at your lips their not moving and so I ignore it. Mayan symbols on the wall they came and went. I step outside to smoke a cig, I hear it's him. Es el, es el, es el, es el. No puede ser. Let me be. Let me be me. I refuse to enslave a soul. No blood on bones. They are looking for the door. Here comes the Lord praying to release the saints that you bound in cold. Saying no more.
