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Safely tucked inside my own head
Chronic anxiety
Multiply myself in voices
Try not to be so strange

We are the ones
Misfortune begets
Scoundrels and warranted
Miscreant rats
We’re the few
Neglected, considered
Hectic and never to be anything

Stuck in a dream
Or reality
It’s all the same to me

We are the ones
Misfortune begets
Scoundrels and warranted
Miscreant rats
We’re the few
Neglected, considered
Hectic and never
To be anything, never

Lymphatic the curse
Sporadic occurrence
Sunk in the deep
Recesses of the mind
Stuck in a dream
Or reality
It’s all the same to me


In the silence
Of perfect seclusion
My breath at rest
I know the signs
This uneasy feeling encroaching
Debilitating my will to be

Shut down internally
Crushing my dignity
The war of
Me and I
Shut down internally
Crushing my dignity
The war of
Me and I

So stuck in my mind
Inverted confines
Something
They don’t understand

This place is cold to me
So vacant I could scream
This place feels cold to me
So vacant I could scream

Shut down internally
Crushing my dignity
The war of
Me and I

The war of me and I

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