mean me have the glass now so it's true
cuts to save to shave the fatal few
your eyes rewind inside sober stares
i inside my eyes are fulla fear
what did u say
somthings everything
storms the heart can't faint inside this dream
we have taken the form of a monster
this skin is discovered through anger
i have been fostered by lie and by catastroph
i am the on called the stranger
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