Escape From Reality

week rodents teeth tile
in my dark soul rotten grin.
cold veins ached from the pain
I do not want to feel it again.
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diabolical laughter echoes in my head
before the eyes of standing death [bad word] inflammation of the brain
I do not want to feel it again.
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dried heroin on the way to the heart
makes to think of the soul apart
I've never felt such fear
and I see in your eyes tear
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my fingers chopped off, my eyelids closed
I'll die if you do not find me a new dose
... And I'm dying as a cornered beast
Take me to Jesus Christ