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the back of my throat burns something awful and the pain speeds to me like the desperation of a lost orphan. FUCK. i will vomit your opinions and smear the feces you call intellect on the white walls of this hospital called silence. the ministry of my mind has pressed its seal deep into this soil, but your best only speaks in circles.
(the perfect circle never bends).
wash away the pills o'er the shores of alienation. this mania drives me to the abyss of your carelessness. look deep into my eyes and tell me that you still do not understand why i am to walk calvary.
crucify me before i turn against you.
(the perfect circle never bends).
wash away the pills o'er the shores of alienation. this mania drives me to the abyss of your carelessness. look deep into my eyes and tell me that you still do not understand why i am to walk calvary.
crucify me before i turn against you.