Sick, am I sick?
And for these last five years
I've been stuck up in here
Inside this brain that drains into society
Inject it in your veins
Give me hand grenades
Give me razor blades
Give me anything to make the pain go away
'Cause these pills don't work
Sometimes they make it worse
And now I'm slowly going down the ******** drain
The lights are on
But there's no one home
And I sit here in my dark place alone
Dark place alone
I, I don't mind these side effects of my so-called life
Now I bide, bide my time
To infect this world with my, with my ******** mind
The lights are on
But there's no one home
And I sit here in my dark place alone
Dark place alone
Now I'm sick in the head, in the head, ********
Like the living dead, living dead, ********
Now I'm sick in the head, in the head, ********
Like the living dead, living dead, ********
The lights are on
But there's no one home
And I sit here in my dark place alone
Dark place alone
The lights are on
But there's no one home
And I sit here in my dark place alone
Dark place alone.
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Songs of Death, Dying, and the Dead.
Whatever the ******** I want to post.
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