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Inside
I make a small incision and push my fingers inside.
I want to feel my heart and know I'm still alive
Blood pours out and I hold back the scream
Oh God, I can't escape from this hellish dream
My soul moves in my skin like a parasite
I'm cold, I'm decaying, I'm loosing the fight
My mind is on fire...I'm going insane
Suffocating on time, soaked in pain
I'm so far down the spiral, I hear hell when I sleep
Existence is a curse... life is a disease
My skin feels wasted and my life drains into a pool of red
I start to relax and listen to the screams in my head
I'm not inside me...
I want to feel my heart and know I'm still alive
Blood pours out and I hold back the scream
Oh God, I can't escape from this hellish dream
My soul moves in my skin like a parasite
I'm cold, I'm decaying, I'm loosing the fight
My mind is on fire...I'm going insane
Suffocating on time, soaked in pain
I'm so far down the spiral, I hear hell when I sleep
Existence is a curse... life is a disease
My skin feels wasted and my life drains into a pool of red
I start to relax and listen to the screams in my head
I'm not inside me...
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