“Death: There’s nothing bad about it at all except the thing that comes before it — the fear of it.”
lyrics
I'm gonna lose control
I take it to the brim
The red fills my eyes
The weight of it all
How long till my mind fries?
It's fried
I tell myself there's peace
I spit it through my teeth
I can't ignore the pleas
Inside my mind to leave
There are days I just go blank
There are days I can't trust me
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