Schizophrenia
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Ultima pubblicazione dom, dic 6, 2015
You camp beneath my skin
A visitor uninvited
That whom lingers within me
Like a guard that is unsighted
You fight for control
Over a body i wish to possess
And you drain away my power
With your murderous caress
Within my naive mind
You place your seeds of doubt
And when i block those words
You retaliate and shout
You camp beneath my skin
And you eat away at my soul
And i shall never escape
From Schizophrenia's Control
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