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I closed my eyes, I tried to sleep, Dark pictures without a light, Danced before my eyes as I dream.
The lights in the dark room, Without a window nor a door, Not a single shimmer of light, Of hope.
I plugged my headphones in, Comforting myself, That everything'd be fine, But every time the songs stopped, I realized.
That there's no way out of here, Once you get in, You can't get out, Never again.
The whispers of dead voices, Pilling around me, Driving me crazy, A mess of spiraling emotions.
A piece of the wall dropped on me, My sanity slowly crumbling, Shadows of smiles, They're killing me inside.
'You can fly, hun' it said, 'Spread your wings and be a moth', 'Flap it as freely as you can', 'Then drop dead into a pile of fire and blood'.
Every night they grew louder and unbearable, I'm starting to believe as if they were real, The first real people to be with me, And I don't wanna upset them.
I bulldozed trough the wall of my sanity, A chainsaw in hand, A mask like the assassins, Y'all are dead.
I swing and stay, Face bloodstained, Hands steady not shaking, I've forgotten what I've been. I'm ready.
I slice the head of 200 people, 5 people per minute, Their heads are souvenirs, One to hang by my car keys.
I slay more people day by day, A gruesome smile never leaving my face, The blood that drips in dark red, A wonderful color I'm delighted to see.
I'm on the peak of my life, I better spend it without getting caught, A life is a game of cops and robbers, You never wanted to get caught but will always be.
I shot my parents, I shot my friends, I'm the god of this wooden game, I'll rule over it till the end.
I hate life, And how it rolls, How it decided my actions, And what's suppose to happen.
So I try to change it, And be my own person, Not controlled, Never ever.
Be like me my son, What I do is always right, To slay and to kill, Isn't as bad as they thought.
You stab a knife into a heart, You twist and pull till he breaths no more, Chuckle to yourself and lick the blade, Because my dear, I've won again.
Crimson red on white fabric, Staining history by my hands, I'm powerful, I'm sure, And I'll win again.
