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It’s cuttin’ every knot of my brain’s disastrous pain.

Hit me like a goddman fist,

that may be the cause for my cancer.

Inside my brain it’s getting’ hot,

Sledge-hammerin’ on top.

Ran through it many times before,

There’s no deal with it anymore.

Hand on head, which keeps under water.

Constant pressure, souls fed up, fed up with laughter.

It’s cuttin’…  Pressure, sledge-hammer

Again I felt down.

Face’s smashed on what I once had,

On where they used to step.

Over, it’s over, yeah I should regret.

The left alone.

Own fist, through own guts !

Bashed against what I should do,

All inner strengths gone !

The left alone.

Own fist, through own guts !

This selfuglyness builds up in front of me.

I am fallin’. Crawlin up’ through the mud,

Built up myself.

Gotta get through, gotta find out.

Oh, no. Face the fight !