My insanity locks in the future told six years ago.
The death outside appropriate for what I feel.
Friendless in the days when I can't see myself.
Our season passing once again before my eyes.
Burning skin and rotting teeth will prove my sin.
Empty stomach preceding any lies you tell.
Shattered, empty, holy, borrowed, broken, used.
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