.[Verse 1]
I am sick of this place of death, with a pace thatâs set,
And you know the pessimistic bend.
Just to watch you break, practice what you preach.
Separate skin from the bone, digging at my flesh,
Like a schizophrenic with a blade.
Fingers tracing scars, mappin.
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