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Ward 36 (Intro)
01:16
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Antidepressant (Effexor)
05:10
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My reliance is only matched
By the hate I feel, when denied my right
To the scarlet cylinders I swallow
To preserve my mind
Withdrawing, down the drain
Flush it out, flush it down
Stop telling me I'll feel ok
From the first day, I did not get a dose
I caved in, kneeled down
And fucking choked
I don't even know, who I am anymore
Because being on or off the pills
Splits me in half, through the core
Its like a fucking game of Jekyll and Hyde
Except with me, its more like Jekyll and
I want, to fucking die
My lenses, through which I see the world, decay
Into a raw maelstrom
The foreground is dyed in red, and the voices
Just convince me that I would rather be dead
I'm so dizzy, that I can barely stand
Who is in control? Is it me? Or the blade in my hand
It was always hard to see the good in people
But take me off the fucking meds
And all I see in you is evil
Why the hell, will nobody shut up?
Is it so, hard to see the whole goddamn
World is fucked
I cannot force, myself to eat
Just put me back on effexor,
Please god, please
To save me from myself, they gave me an addiction
A chemical I cannot, live without
Its funny, to think, all the progress I have made
Can be undone, by milligrams
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Solitude
03:49
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Solitary, the be alone
I am surrounded by people
But none of them see me
Or if they do, their eyes pass over me
I am marked with lamb's blood
I am alone
I breathe in air that I wish desperately was cold
Yet it is lukewarm and rank
Witch my own stench, untouched by the breath
Of anyone but me
Anyone but me
I am a victim
Of my own perceptions
Perhaps, what I see, is true
And you are all the addled ones
You say we see the world, through different pairs of glasses
But I say no
You are blind
I sever my own arms
I cannot reach out any longer
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Greying away in concrete
The world is bleached of color
The sky is whitewashed ash
And every tree is dead
Skeletal arms reach up
To touch the invisible sun
It is so cold
From what I remember
Its been so long
Since I was outside
Since I was outside
So cold, its been so long
Now, we move under the ground
Pale white and grey, passageways
Hollow orbs of light, sparsely distributed
In the walls and floors
To illuminate, the walkways
Graffiti-ed words, indecipherable
To remedy a misery in-explainable
We once held hands, in this cold future
In the underground sidewalks
Of our grey future
In the sprawling catacombs of distress
Veins are split open by cracks in the cement
Gifts, from heaven's razor blade
And from time to time ash blows into the underground sidewalks
And dusts my face with a mark I must remember
That there is still a world up there
We once held hands in this place
Once I carved my name into a concrete panel through a layered skin of spray paint
Every tree is dead, we learned to forget, the taste of the air
The hand I held grew cold and withdrew, into itself, folding
Then I grew coldest, because I was alone
Walking solitary in the underground sidewalks
For you could not walk with me anymore
It felt as if the planet were empty but for us two
It felt as if the frozen slab of ground, pockmarked with tunnels, was all the home we had
How long has it been since I was outside I couldn't tell you
To tell you the truth, I don't know if I was ever outside at all
Perhaps I'm lying to myself
Perhaps we are both lying telling ourselves
We'll come out when its safe
But we know truth
That it will never be safe
So we walk the underground sidewalks
And the graffiti covers the walls,
Until there is not an inch untouched
And as the lights coat with rust, we realize its too late
I go to you, to hold your hand again,
I go to unfold the paper arm that is left
Of the person you once were you're cold as when I left
We are both frozen, and as the lights go off underground
We think at last, about trying to get out
We realize its too late
Maybe we never really were outside...
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It took me far too long, to realize the solution
I have accepted what you've done
And you must accept that I am no longer
Your son
You will no longer have a hold on me
For how can you have a grip, when you cease to be?
You weren't there for me, now you're just not there
At all
Just not there, at all
I am nothingness
Literal spawn of nothingness
A void where love should have been
No-one can see it
Nobody can see
Perhaps one day
Nobody will know, what you did to me
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