My pain is self-chosen, at least so the Prophet says
I could either burn or cut off my pride and buy some time
A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist
My pain is self-chosen, at least I believe it to be
I could either drown or pull off my skin and swim to shore
Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see
My pain is self-chosen, is what I believe it to be
I bleed to feel my pain from my scares why must this be
I'll either burn or find a new life
My pain is self-chosen, for all to see
The River of Deceit pulls me down
The only direction for me is down
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