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I process my reality
And fail to see the truth
Focus on the pain
And let it gently pass through you

Grinding down my teeth
Until there's nothing fucking left
Promises of mass destruction
Total fucking death

Empty Narratives
Guide the wounded sheep
They storm through fields of the innocent
Preying on the weak

Systematically
Poisoning the Earth
No trace that we were ever here
Justified by hurt

Shaving off my fingertips
Sheet by sheet by sheet
Each layer sheds a vile part
of my identity

I crawl upon the alter
And get down upon one knee
A self-fulfilling prophecy
A tangled mess of shit

Panopticon
Keeps an eye on you
Inscribing self-inflicted wounds
In soft and supple skin

Empty Narratives
Guide the wounded sheep
They storm through fields of the innocent
Preying on the weak

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