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I paint the floor dark shades of red a perfect portrait of the dead.
A screaming child that's never fed.
Locked up tight inside my head
Rubbing, scratching, burning bones. Bloodshot eyes cut my throat.
Guilty do I feel no more It's my life to take away.
Suicide! (×4)

Dull knives never cut through skin enough to make a difference.
No one even knows I'm home.
It's better that I be left alone
to dream of always being stoned on prescription pills that ain't my own.
Tie a bag around my head
Flop around until I'm dead.
Suicide! (×4)

Suicide! (×4)

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