I'm dead.

The walls are crawling over my eyes

My hands are burning, the ice

I'll wake up tomorrow again and again

I get out of bed, leave, and then

Blood drips, drips,

from my hands to the floor

I gotta get a grip

in order not to go crazy, or

Finally die

There's something rotting in me, haha, kill me

swords yeah Swords in my ribs

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