I see them coming at me all the time,
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Lashing out, killing me over and over again.
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And I laugh for I enjoy all the deaths that I receive,
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The pain and destruction of my flesh,
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Killing me over and over again.
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The blackness still comes, forever killing me.
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I rock back and forth, staring through.
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The blackness which slices through,
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My scarred and dead flesh, yet still I die as I see my skin shred.
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Dead again and still I stare at the blackness which is still there.
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Have they not yet reached the core, of my flesh so battered and torn?
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Maybe I have no core, maybe inside there's nothing.
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If so what do I die for?
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Staring, watching, willing, killing,
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Seeing, dreaming, screaming, screaming,
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Killing, killing, killing, killing:
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Willing, filling what wasn't there, emptiness my despair.
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Stuck, unable to move off my chair,
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Rocking back and forth, with no eyes, yet still I stare.
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At the blackness which is always there.
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[Music - Greg. 3/1993]
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[Lyrics - Greg. 2/1993]
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Scarred
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