.deathstare.
The voices in your head.
The voices in your head.
They stare at you till your down
they beat you till your dead.
You try to overcome them.
you try until your dead.
you cut cut across your arms
to fight the voices in your head.
Who cares... they think you're crazy.
these voices in your head
so I'll cut to rid the pain.
I'll cut until I'm dead.
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