The clock is taunting you. The clock is looking at you. It`s going to get you baby, it`s going to push toward the void. The dead is building up. I can`t close my eyes, I wait for my demise. Sleep deprivation, sleep disorder. The torture makes me wonder. Insomnia, insomniac.
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