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Mine are in a program
Alabama asylum
On display as a warning
Look at her!
Fake, in-genuine
They said with conviction
So I became their
brainwashed bitch
Half alive, half dead
Miles from civilization
Dying in the wasteland
I am what I am
Monster of hatred
Blood red is my soul
I love but I loathe
the animal I really am
behind these bones
My head is down
You wear the crown
I'm the joker
but you're the clown
And even if I'm all alone
who gives a fuck
if you
dance on my bones?
I don't
I'm your little ghost
A memory you will all forget
but you are a memory
embedded in my bones
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