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Hurt
I pull the knife out of the wound
My arm begins to boil
The red rive meets the sea
The pain is nothing
The pain of the memories
The secrets I long to tell
Come back again to haunt me
They come back to haunt me
They come flooding in
As the blood domes flowing out
And you will find me here
The consciousness, the guilt
All flow in the red streams
Away to meet the sea
I try to swim in the sin
Slowly the sky and earth move in
Clawing, scratching, tearing
I try to plead my innocence
My utopia is ruined
My lack of belief
My mutilation is my last resort
My hurt is my ecstasy
And you will find me here
Coming back to avenge myself
My explanation done
My battle lost, my war is won
Soon my sleep will come easy
My dreams live on without me
My world lies in hell
I had to do this to myself
I stick the knife again
I twist to make the blood run fast
I don’t want my soul to last
I don’t want anything to last
…anymore
