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no junk, no soul
the corrupted wire in my brain
is taught about to snap
misfiring synapses drive me insane
I'm trapped in here
I can't even scream
I've entered the numb
I don't give a fuck
this isn't what I bargained for
I'm hurting
damn it what's wrong with me?
where are my words
did I forget how to talk?
the day has blue balls
I stroke him he doesn't cum
aching with a load
he fucks me raw
then blames me for my failure
the day was a bastard
of unresolved anger
I'm not allowed to act out here
I have to play a part
be a good girl
it has to get better right
when will I feel?
am I really talentless without dope
I think it may be true
no junk, no soul
I see the doc next week
I'm praying he gives me speed
I can't focus or give two fucks right now
the day was in a rage
little girl lost
no one came to find her
I'm scared she is me
I am her
this new voice sucks
I'm calling on my alter ego
demoness of the night
who's fucking pissed
I've starved her for drugs
drugs, drugs. drugs
she won't come to bat
I called on the spirits
and they answered because I fed them
that's the rules
who the hell do you think you are
conjuring us without sacrifice
there are others who will pay the toll
go away lady we're busy playing
yeah I'm going crazy
my brain needs class 2 narcotics
I will get what I need
I can't focus or sit still
all my demons are ill
this is some scary shit
I'm fucking losing it
I'll hide my crazy here
shhh don't tell anyone
I need speed...
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