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I heard my own voice crawling on the walls Scratching the mirrors of my soul When you’re helpless When help itself cannot help you I saw my anger dressed in black I asked it to stay calm and turn away When help itself couldn’t help me I looked into the windows of my soul There I lay with nothing but a voice A voice that could set me free Free from the suffering Emotional pain that crucifies the heart When you have to sacrifice your heart For a coin, or the chance to live I lay down thinking about my sorrows I lay down thinking about evolution I lay down thinking about religion I lay down thinking about destiny I lay down thinking about life I lay down thinking about nothing Because even these thoughts can’t help me

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