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Come and feel my broken hands

Listen to my soul whail in suffering

see my mind wrought with dismay

my body aches as I kill my conscience

What awaits me as i die inside?

Can i survive my bleeding will?

Who is winning the war of the Mind?

Now what is left to kill?

Sing me a song from the heart

the disonent sound will soothe my rage

My blood turns black at the last progression

My bliss will end with the death of harmony

where do i stand when there is no ground?

how do i speak with no toung?

why do i bleed where there is no cut?

How can i die if i've not lived?