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The tender touch of agony itself Hums in my ear It's blissful melody decaying my core The comfort of destruction A pill to take the pain away The annihilation of personality The utter obliteration of individuality Becoming who we are is harder that forgetting White coats say it's wrong With their smiles and their frowns Don't confuse the death of your soul With the birth of the new age Melodrama That sinks ito your putrid masquerade That pulls the strings on your veracity That transmits you to the depths of your despair By disguising the one and only thing of which we govern It is our obligation to die Out of necesity we cull the beliefs of the estranged We break from the alienated Becoming more human and less kind How can we remember when we dance to forget Letting go of your inahabition Being one is what we are afraid of but strive to mantain I'd rather be less human and more dead