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Cunning Linguist Aug 2020
This is a prison
I just can’t escape from
My mental state’s elsewhere
My soul floats in mid-air

This is a nightmare
I just can’t wake up from
My mental state’s elsewhere
My soul floats in mid-air

I have the scars
To show you I mean it
I can’t fall asleep
I just wish I was dreaming
I have the scars
To show you I mean it
I’m falling to pieces,
I’m falling to pieces

I’m losing my mind
There’s no end in sight
I fight for my life
But I’m dying inside
This pain won’t subside
Just look in my eyes
If this isn’t living
I’ll say that I tried

Resigned to the grind
Of the slaves 9-5
I’m feeling confined
Please just rip out my spine
My brain is deep-fried
These tears that I’ve cried
Run red with blood
Til’ I’m left ******* blind

I often wonder if I disappeared
How many friends
Would hold me near and dear
And as I pull this gun up to my face
I can’t feel anything

I can’t feel a thing
I can’t feel a thing
I can’t feel a thing
I can’t feel a thing
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