Sick of this fucking name
Sick of seeing my fucking face
As this war wages on in my head
No pulse, this isn't real, I feel like I am playing dead
At the end of the day
Looking at my face
The demon that stares back
Tells me I'm a waste
That there's no place for me here
That I should just disappear
Get rid of all of the pain
That he is nothing to fear
Shut up and get out of my head
Leave me alone my head is not your home
You don't own my soul now crawl back in your hole
Get out of my head
Dreaded demon, your eyes are bleeding, now hang from the fucking ceiling
Sick of this fucking name
Sick of seeing my fucking face
As this war wages on in my head
No pulse, this isn't real, I feel like I am playing dead
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