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i stand here once more

with blood and guts and gore on the floor

i take my self for a trip

i am a little kid i am a grown man

my mind is wonderful my mind is closed

i stroled past old memories i am now old

i am sick no cure no antidote

close the door i am locked

i am everything i am nothing

i am the past i am the future

i am an angel i am the most darkest creature

a real feature a real horror show

my grass is green my grass is dead

i love my self it is all in my head

my hands express what i can not say

i love and i fucking hate