Conscience has me easily disturbed the moving things around me makes me weep Why can`t they stop so I can see them properly? It makes me wonder if I`m slightly in daze
My hands are thrown into a great fire My inner ear is singing singing like a huge church choir
Decomposition of my eyes won`t help my vision this isn`t quite as funny anymore Corpsepaint isn`t really necessary I haven`t got a pulse anyway
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