i take my sacred knife
and make my life right
cuts of pleasure
pain that nobody could measure
blood drops on the alter
like this doesn't even matter
feeling so alive
i look to the sky
my hidden plea
i fall to my knees
i most be cursed
i say these words
'all my life
i was dead
now i'm alive inside'
that was all i said
then in the night sky
where the stars shine bright
there was something
something quit not right
the moon was laughing
laughing at my pain
i think i want insane
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