Survive
Pieces of broken finger nails are strewn about the floor
Blood spots covering the wall do i have to tell you more
The pounding of a thousand lunatics screaming in my
Mind.
The darkness of insanity you can easily find.
Searching for some direction to find the way out
So to make someone listen we have to scream and shout
The pain is not visible it is all held within
So we must keep on fighting if we really want to WIN
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