Malady, my self-destruction
Abstract words through shades of lies
Paralyzed, a life of shadows
A black horizon, I want you to die
You're struggling in vain
A continuous cry
An end to the pain
The throes of dying
Inner conflict brings division
Separates the mind and the flesh
Through the darkness I ride, confusion
May the blade bring the answer and set me free
You're struggling in vain
A continuous cry
An end to the pain
The throes of dying
Razorblade, your bones, it squeals
Salty teardrops upon wounds
Your skin so soft, so tender
Fixed smile of horror!
I am terror, impenetrating fears
My resurrection through your screams
Feel my hands tightening
I've killed you before in my dreams
So you can ease my withdrawal!
Now take a look in the mirror
That fear enlightening your eyes
That fear is me!
You're struggling in vain
A continuous cry
An end to the pain
The throes of dying
You're struggling in vain
A continuous cry
An end to the pain
The throes of dying
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