Open me up,
Kill me again.
Is this painful nightmare ever gonna end?
Am I just stupid?
Is there something wrong with it...?
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Am I dead?
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Been a few years without my home, I can only hear ungrateful moans.
Do they really care?
This isn't fair..
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I'm sitting here in this homestead. They never let the torture end.
Sitting here the knife so close,
Sharp enough to cut my bones.
And then it ends.
Am I dead?