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existential crisis.
I'm scared of my own mind,
It runs insanely wild sometimes.
I have fallen in love with death,
Like a moth for a light speck.
O it's so overwhelming over here
My heart suffocates without a tear.
Full of woe are the voices I hear.
Please stop these acts full of despair.
I laugh cascades of unknown void.
Am I faking it or is it all real?
I bleed thoughts, charcoal dark.
Why is it hard to find a tinge of light?
Only if I could put a bullet in my head
Seize existence and dive into dead
Turning myself into abyss for the next decade
Sleeping on a silk bed, away I would fade
© Arcane
It runs insanely wild sometimes.
I have fallen in love with death,
Like a moth for a light speck.
O it's so overwhelming over here
My heart suffocates without a tear.
Full of woe are the voices I hear.
Please stop these acts full of despair.
I laugh cascades of unknown void.
Am I faking it or is it all real?
I bleed thoughts, charcoal dark.
Why is it hard to find a tinge of light?
Only if I could put a bullet in my head
Seize existence and dive into dead
Turning myself into abyss for the next decade
Sleeping on a silk bed, away I would fade
© Arcane
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