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Oh sharp and faithful friend, please help me bleed the dream.
Drain me of all memories and kill me.
Don't let all of this become another meaningless cliche.
I need to find an exit from this murder scene.
Between these empty screams behind this solid door,
With sound proof walls and padlocks to restrain me
Seek to find a frequency containing liberation,
To find a single friend among the lost.

I need to spill this anesthesia.
I am torn apart by repetition,
and I'm still holding back.
I'm holding on to hope and it kills me.

This place is filled with sickness and sorrow.
Are there living among the dead?
You come so they can make you well,
But the voices can't be drowned by sedatives.
How did we all come to this?
We strive for asthetic perfection
But the mind lacks something in what we can't achieve
So what can the broken hope to find?
Wake up--WAKE UP and breathe in the air of a perfect day to end it all.
Somehow through the dawn I see that I'm still here, alone.
Everyone sees through me--my facade is failing and I'll be exposed.

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