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Fuck this life and all

the missery it brings

fuck the fact that the only sound I hear

is the devil flapping his wings

I hate the noice the silence makes

it makes me insane

I can't handle the thought

that is stirring in my brain

I'm out of my mind

and completely messed up

I got to find a way

to make this feeling stop

I have used every last

ressource of energy

I have to get rid of

all this anger in me

I want to rip myself

out of my skin

I want to find out

what's hidden deep within

I want to run and hide

I want to jump up and scream

I want to find someone

who can tell me this is all a dream

I need to let go

of all my fear and anxiety

I need to forget all about

ethics, moral and propriety

I want to forget all I know

and just get out of here

this is what I scream late at night

to the moon, the stars and the atmosphere