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Butchers Hollar

I lay awake

Seconds till I break

Sickness found its home

Bloodstains in my throat

My God, Where have I gone?

Voices, are taunting me

This light, so hard to see

Ya’ll turned, away from me

Strength, dead on the floor

Can’t do, this no more

Faceless laughing at me

A fool is how they see me

My life, what have I done

Sickness, grows deep within

Voices, speak louder now

Memory, veiled in black

Tonight, I’m walking the tracks

Run from these panic attacks

Thoughts run in circles again

Tomorrow, maybe I’ll win

Tonight, I’m walking the tracks

Run from these panic attacks

Thoughts run in circles again

Tomorrow, maybe I’ll win