BLIND IN THE DARK
I'm pouring out my soul again, I do it 'cuz it pours out pain, I never asked myself if it was in vain, I'm happy with the result my brain's sleepin' like me. Closing my eyes I appear blind in the dark, I want to hide all the fear, but heart wants what it wants, I Think once I tried to cheat it, but at the same second I regretted, This pain even pierced my brain and I'll never be able to forget it. THERE IS NO PATH THAT LED SOMEWHERE, EVEN TO DEATH, APPARENTLY I'M IN A CAGE, NO KEY TO THE LOCK, A CAGE OF MIND WITH CLOGGED HATE, THAT CAN'T GET OUT, BLIND HATE AND ENDLESS RAGE, BURNING CHEST 'CAUSE OF THE HATRED, THAT I DID NOT RELEASE, 'CAUSE OF THIS I SHRINK AND KNEEL. THIS PAIN I'VE NEVER FELT BEFORE, THE CHAINS PULL ME EVEN LOWER INTO THE VOID, IT'S DARK, I WONDER IF I'M LYING UNCONSCIOUS OR HANGIN' ON A ROPE WITH THE DOORS CLOSED FROM THE INSIDE, IT'S ALL THE SAME ROPE OR MO'FUCKIN' TIE, I WAN' BELIEVE THAT DEATH'S THE KEY TO MY PEACE, OTHERWISE I WON'T GET ANYTHING EVEN IF I DIE, AM I ASKING SO MUCH? ALTHOUGH WHO AM I CONFESSING TO? THERE'S NO GOD, NOR ARE THERE REACTIONS TO THE THINGS I DO, CAN'T OPEN MY EYES AND SEE, BUT I SUSPECT MY NECK IS BLUE. I'm pouring out my soul again... I do it 'cuz it pours out pain... I never asked myself if it was in vain, I'm happy with the result, my brain's sleepin' like me... ZzZ... ZzZ... ZzZ...
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