Spawn of the dark
Whispers through the street,
Making their mark
Ghostly wails
And painful trembles
As the world corrupts
Those lost souls
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I am the perfect definition of insanity
Never have I ever stopped doing the same thing to see if I would get different results
Save me, I can't stop
As my sky reddens I can't stop laughing
No, the blood and macabre is pretty, don't you think so too?
It can't be helped, I'm a homicidal failure
Till the day breaks
Tales of murder will make me laugh
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It hurts so badly
To know you are not understood
To fear your life
To fear you are not good
To fear yourself
To fear your sanity
To fear the world
To fear that you'll fail badly
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Mate, pain is great
As the blood flows out
Sorrows are washed away
Of course it hurts
Continuously I cut into myself
Ha, pain is a game
Isn't it a nice feeling?
Sadness is no more
Till I sleep forever
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