GET AWAY
I think you're infected and you're gonna kill me, You're sick with no mask, coughin', keep your distance, The brain dies at home for months, Degraded surrounded by four walls, Take a look inside my soul, Demons have seeped there through a black hole, They devour it to the last bit, They stuck the knife in there, stuck deep, I completely lost all emotions, My heart rusted, Is someone offering help? I don't trust him, I can't make a deal I've nothin' to sell I'D BE BETTER OFF IF YOU DISAPPEAR, YOU'RE LYNCHIN' MY SOUL INTO TINY PIECES, I TOLD YOU TO GET AWAY FROM ME, BUT YOU'RE GON' TORTURE ME, DON'T LIE TO ME THAT YOU'RE GONNA CURE ME, I DON'T NEED YOUR TRAPS, I SUSPECT THAT I'LL BREAK MY ANKLE WITH A TRAP AFTER THIS STEP Is this all I get from your help? After that, you think I'll feel fucking well? I'M FALLING WITH YOU EVEN DEEPER INTO NOTHINGNESS, OVER THE PAST YEARS, I'VE NOT DOUBTED FOR A SECOND THAT LOVE DOES NOT EXIST, THIS BAG WITH A HOLE CALLED A HOE, I CANNOT LOVE IT, SHE WILL SUCK ALL THE JUICES WITH MONEY OUT OF ME GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU AN AWFUL BITCH...
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