Withering and as ugly as sin What's right or wrong Who am I to tell?
This dreadful sight This atrophied body It is me, lying on the ground
Needless flowers of speech I cannot endure this shape Needless flowers of speech But they can't see inside of me
My own mind... My mind is my prison I have lost touch with reality
Mental breakdown: the insight, then the fall And now deadness is ubiquitous
They dissect me without understanding ...Only a disease Not a human being
Needless flowers of speech I cannot endure this shape Needless flowers of speech But they can't see inside of me
My own mind... My mind is my prison I have lost touch with reality
I can resist my inner demons I drown in the sea of forgiveness But somehow I die with thirst
My own mind... My mind is my prison I have lost touch with reality
My own mind... My mind is my prison I have lost touch with reality
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