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You see them too
Vacant and used
Through heavy glare
Vacant stare
You feel them too
Blistered and bruised
Calling my name
Am I insane?
I saw your suicide
Into the pills you hide
She bathes in cyanide
I saw your final sigh
I need an institution
Wrought iron gate for me
No bitter life to witness
Sorted my demise
I simplified the villain
I never knew the ease
Could never save the wilted
We are all diseased
Cutthroat, heathen
Idolize nothing
Culling specters
Calling out
Hear me falling away
Hear me falling
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