Corruption of the Mental State
In the corruption of the mental state,
Everyone's body is packed in a crate.
Torn to pieces and thrown away,
No, this is part of everyday.
Shadows creeping closer,
Your eyes getting moister.
Don't try to cry,
You'll all eventually DIE.
In the corruption of my mind,
You all think I'm very kind.
It's a mistake to try and hurt me,
This is everything I wanted to be.
Rotting in my insanity,
Don't pull me out, let me be.
This is the best,
Better than all my rest.
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