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My brain keeps telling me to kill itself
Telling me thats how I will only bring help
To bring me out of this hell but O well, I'm living it
Sleep just to experience the delirious, furious
Flash waves that melt like gamma rays controlling my brains haze
I see arms and legs chainsaw laying on the victims bed
other nights I would break into a house just to a see a friend
Never makes sense to me
Enemies became friends, friends became people of pretend
I was trapped in the world that was holding a pin
That are latched on grenades
Laughs of the devil cascades
For the times I hear the pin get ripped
I start seeing black and thats when everything hits the fan
I wake up stuck in the dirt
Note on my shirt, saying its about time
Then I close my eyes and never arise
But thats sometimes
I will get trapped
IN the devils laugh
The feeling of my side getting stabbed
Well I feel my body being cooked above a boiling bath
It feel like hours before it will end
And then I wake up mind bent
Feel like I am still being chased
I never can see there face
But I feel in my next awake
I know thats their body we placed
In trunks and sold them for gas grenades
For our next stage of when we rob a bank
Then the blackness surrounds me
I try to write these down
Magically disappeared from my drowning memory
Tortured by my own brain
I think it was a sane for him to be saying
Its about time you grab a pen or a paper and start slaying.......