There dwells a certain irreverence
No quarter for hanging panic
One, undeserving of my focus
Fetid internal
Wars for blind eyes
Peril of tied hands
I yield all to this beast
Each moment that passes
Black thoughts seeping in
Burning my skin
Searing my mind
A lingering ghost
Whose voice drowns out all
I'll always believe
A lingering ghost
Whose voice drowns out all
You're quick to deceive
I'm left with the question
Can I shake this disease?
I'm left with my questions
And blood spattered trees
Fetid internal
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