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Incoherent stream of consciousness |
Pain song Hope Abandon. Empty my soul let me feel nothing once more I need to make this stop Full, pure, dark, just like before. Give me drink, give me sin let me drink it in Sorrow beating on me like a cop I denounce my being, what makes you worth seeing? Damn your issues and your feelings Make me empty, make me pure. Silence the whimpering noise I can’t stand, no fucking stand down Bleed, cry, die, renounce, suffer, choke, burn, drown. Are these the things life begs of me and why I can’t break free? Repress, squander, surrender, concede. |