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In the neurotic's body, madness dances
A helpless victim ensnared in devil's bottle
It appears to be a spell caused by an ugly devil
But they say it's a curse of some shattered soul
But how could the innocent be cursed? 
Life is miserable, and he feel it twice as much.
There will never be a day when he will not cry.
Oh, you will learn the causes of your sorrows someday. 
But if the truth does not dawn on you, 
If the reality is too shy to reveal itself,
Create a myth or accept a false story
Believe you are insane, and it's okay to be insane
There's a vulnerability there, there's something very potent.
For you are the one who connect the world
to what it is to be truly human,
Those daily battles to root out the pain
They never end, and neither does the pain.
When the dark curtains covers the sky  
He sleeps dead with the ugly nightmares
When the curtains disappear, when the light spreads
He runs from death that he sees in the crowd
He runs everywhere to reach somewhere
He's a genius, they say, a mad genius on his way to nowhere.
Everyday, he sings a song to himself, 
The song that begins with the lines that puzzle the sane,
"Aren't you the one who revels in pain and death?
Isn't it you who has the most desire for them?"

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