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Fading Cold

You're a victim of your own self-hatred

Now you're so special

Remember when you said you were going to end it

If you don't, I will

Your problems are nothing

I've seen the darkest thing

Depressions amusing to me

See the good one die the worst death

Your worst days equal their best

They'd laugh to know what you call pain

Lost hope, laid out

Found the nerve, mar the bolt, ignore the pain

Paint the walls with your vein

Eat the choke, Serve the pin primer, grains

Paint the walls with your brain

No. Doesn't get much better than this

Light off a round

Does it get you where you wanted?

They'd laugh to know your pain