Rusted Soul, The Demons Win

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My soul begins to rust
I can no longer trust
That which I once did
My life I have hid
Behind thick walls
No clear doors or stalls
Forever stuck here
As my demons sneer
They always haunt me
I will never be free
My soul will crumble
My body will tumble
Then I will be dead
Laying on a bed
The demons have won
And I am done...

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