You crave it too much
You like it too much
I don't hang with the dead
The dead that always hide under your bed
I don't play with ghosts that hide in your wardrobe
I don't cover my head under sheets of so called complete safety
Is what I bleed, not what I drink
Should be the end, not the start
I feel pain, I go insane
You don't, you just feed on blood and brain
You and I are not the same
I start to shake
I am not afraid
With life there should not be a price to be paid
I've tryed running away
The pain is a fly that never leaves your side
I will just have to shoot my way out of hell
All I need is a shotgun with unlimited bullets.
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