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Insanity pulses through my veins, takes the reins. Every time you change, I feel strange, not sure what the range of emotion should be. It sets me in spinning motion, causes a spinning commotion in my bran, static, stuck in the atic of my mind, banging on the door, gotta get more, I'm afflicted, addicted. My brain runs away, can't stay, nothing or too much to say. What's your name? How come I can't get you out of my head? What did you do, what did I say? Where did you come from? It feels like you sprang straight out of my head, full of lead, experiencing dread ripped to shreds. Explosions lead to erosion of spirit, no matter how I listen I can't hear it. Not knowing what comes next or what to expect, I gotta be direct, what the heck?