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Trigger
These nocent thoughts
living inside my head
such inanition
this intemperate deprivation
it's grabbing a hold of me
I sashay down these empty halls
my soul an utter absentee
death and decay
inside this broken body
is exactly what I forsee...
living inside my head
such inanition
this intemperate deprivation
it's grabbing a hold of me
I sashay down these empty halls
my soul an utter absentee
death and decay
inside this broken body
is exactly what I forsee...
