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I don’t know if I’m enough.
I keep getting my head stuck
Inside in and without buck.
Safety’s not the word to say,
I have nothing, anyway.
I just wish I’d be a dream
And I wish you’d die within.
I don’t know which words are true,
„Baby, baby, I love you”.
This is all just a big lie,
Now stop sticking out my eye.
Floors are wet and floors are hard,
I am ashes. I am lard.
Sing me songs of desperation,
Sing of holy desecration.
Memories of what and where,
Dressed in blood and red despair.
Centerpiece of hate and love,
As below, so is above.