.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
Mapping out reminders of jus.
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