IT IS NOT ME
Why are they terrified? What happened? I just woke up... I feel weak inside, There is something fighting, I hear grinding screams OUTSIDE THE WINDOW, Uhh, I am still alive? I hear fucking sirens, I'm afraid that I might pass out again, AND DO TERRIBLE THINGS, THERE IS SOMEONE INSIDE MY MIND A pile of drunk bodies lie on the floor, I keep demons in my heart, Those guys won't leave, the demons won't let 'em, I took all the money, there are cars on the street but they are rented, I'VE GOT NOISES IN MY HEAD, AND THE VOICES WANT ME DEAD :KAFF-KAFF-KAFF-KAFF-Kaff-kaff:... THEY'RE ALL IN MY HEAD, IT FEELS LIKE I'M MAD, I JUST WANNA CUT VOICES OUT OF MY HEAD, WHEN I'M PASSED OUT, MY SECOND PERSONALITY TAKES THE BLADE, THEREFORE, IT'S AS IF I'M ALREADY DEAD, SUNKEN UNDER WATER, I JUST SURFACE FOR A WHILE AND THEN PASS OUT AGAIN Okay, let's estimate, Even if I leave the house I will be instantly shot, Snipers stand on the roof, Heaven is closed to me 'cause of my hands that are covered in blood, I broke all the rules, I'm still trying to walk on tiptoe so as not to get caught, Silence and stealth are my tools, My goal is freedom, my demon is evil, I am just falling apart... Why are they terrified? What happened? I just woke up...
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