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People holding
Their empty heads
On golden plates
In forest of steel

And they can't feel
Pushing me down
Wounds will not heal
I'm rotting
Falling apart
In brains of children
Like a bubble I swim
And light is so dim

You call madness what
You don't want to see
Open your eyes
Listen to cries
Of wolfmen dying
Every day trying
To escape or hide
In toxic pride

But I'll catch you
Down in hell
So let me do
A little spell

Sniff my breath
And keep it hidden
In your breast
Make it safe
Like in fleshy chest
'Cause for me it's ill
And put on my toungue
The last sleeping pill