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Your eyes are sadistic. Your mind goes ballistic. Your life is just sick. Built upon freakish moments. Days going by with small strategic components. As your life seems to make no sense. You just kill for the thrill. Overdosing isn't bad if you have the right pill. Just take it and fake it at your own will. Your mind fills with blood dripping thoughts. Smell your brain melt as it slowly rots. This is just sick twisted thoughts in knots. Waiting for the world to relize whats true. How your brain operates in this sick little world you once knew. Could care less what you think of me so fuck you. You think I care what you think of me? How you say im fuckin weird and you call me crazy? Well go fuck yourself and soon you will see. See how you are just as fucked up as I. Lost in your dreams you just sit in your corner and cry. Asking over and over why oh why. Well I got your answers right here if you care to listen. Here take my hand I will show you what you been missin. Follow me close and enter my mind and be prepared to be lost within. This mind sees no return.