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You
fucking bitch, I now know how you are doing this!
I'll
slit your face,
Yes
I will, you are not real.
I
don't know what you are stuffing up under my cupboard, you lie
You're
telling me to kill myself.
You're
going to shoot me in the head, if I leave my home!
Leave
this world.
You
motherfucker,
Christ
Christ
Christ
Christ
Christopher,
Christopher
We
Love you, know kill yourself.
Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal
(real)
Positively,
no way, no reason, this can be happening
just
positive
I
believe.
We
are in your head, we are your conscious of what you did.
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Music
-
Country
roads take me home to a place
(I
Believe) I belong West Virginia, mountain
(Mama)
mama, take me home,
country
roads.
I
have walked this path; I have stopped running to look around
I realize, I am part of a lost mind.
I
have lost my way again today.
There
is something different
Its
much darker inside this time, not the same as before..
Thats
the night, time to go to sleep and disappear from this life.
Every
time I turn a corner, there is no light.
Just
my mind looking back at me, discussing, how I am different in this
darkness.
that
is my life
Put
your hands up!
Put
your hands up!
Kneel
and pray
Oh.
Mary!, Oh Mary!
I
am real
No
ones there to hear us
We
will have you dance with God,
not
the Devil
There's
no one here, but us, they all left you, by yourself.
Put
your hands up,
Put
your hands up
That’s
right, KNELL
What,
I have lost my way?
Erase
the tapes / erase the mind / think back to when you were mine.
Who?,
Who her
– our
minds are made up about you!
You’re
not listening to your mind.
The
scent, you like the smell – it over powers you.
No,it
turns my stomach.
Don’t
make us remind you, of what you do.
Erase
my mind, the selfish one, so ugly is my reflection.
now
revealed, what delusional people lead to believe he's so stable, he's
lost in his own reflection on every shiny surface.
Why
bother wearing those cheap sunglasses as the circles under your eyes
are as black as the lenses that see, this misshaped wonder in front
of me.
Rips
it off the hinges,
Don't
damage the apartment.
What........
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Can
you handle the reality - of it
may
drive you insane that is why your are hiding from us.
You
are walking blind AGAIN. Let us be who makes you
see
who you really are .
I can handle anything
Content
and happy one morning in bed eating.
No!
he is not eating a piece of toast. He is eating an english muffin
with cheese-wise.
I look around to see
Shutter
over window is closed, black out blind is drawn.
Thank-you
for correcting her, yes I am eating an english muffin with
cheese-wise and not a piece of toast.
I
think he heard us...
What
the hell is going on?
This was the day I began to loose my mind,
because no one can see inside my apartment, or inside my private hell
that was to come.
No one believed me,
I lost
my mind, lost everything.......
Here.....
this is no existence to us, or you.
Now
its all this dirt, crammed into this little apartment,
a
life supposedly so big and successful
its
been fooling us all,
its
all been just lies.
Time
to have it for what it is.
You
understanding yourself, your mind is confused
No
grasp of reality, you see.
The
world outside no longer exists.
shadows
don't lurk - stark no confidence.
No
mind,
no
matter,
how
my mind is bent over the bed looking under.
there
you are my little black troll man.
miss
the television, you little bastard of mine.
The
Devil sees with one eye
God
sees with the other.
My
mind ..... holds the key to unlock the door between
Your
mind is cracked.
to
become whole again
so I dream, one me.
I
am in the middle of it all.
You
see me?
We
see everything....
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direction
- man sits on couch and tilts head backwards and slowly opens
his
mouth - from behind couch, orange light shines up narrow at bottom
wider
at top.
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Hunting,
bears,
dear, doves
my
dearest love
life,
partridge
I
am moved to love myself.
How
do they hear my inner voice,
it
lays not behind my couch,
but
beneath the skin,
inside
the leather ,
it
lurks,
inside,
how
dare they,
place a mic inside my fucking couch, seek
to get inside my mind
my
stomach did growl
I
am not a cheap whore,
you
can not pay me to shut my mouth,
and
raise my ass in the air,
to
get fucked, by ,
you,
your
mother,
your
father,
your
brother,
I
am JUNIOR, now fuck you all,
I
do the fucking today tonight and tomorrow,
see
you all in hell.
This
is not real, What I am talking about? Step one towards insanity.
Complete.
Couch
swings 100%
Searching,
for the one
something
that
looks down on me.
Praying
I will survive the wrath,
of
God
His
eyes, burn
my mind, burn
my skin
mark(ed)
by him, forever
by
God
the
Devil
or
by my own mind from inside, from behind my couch.
They are on the inside.
Burnt
skin all that is missing is, what is masking the scent,
The
ugliness that is laughing at it.
The
never ending tear hidden behind my sunglasses.
Laughing
at you, we made you ugly, laugh at yourself, now
That's
right myself, today.
I
remember, I was pretty inside,
now
my mind tells me to kill myself no one will love someone
this
ugly.
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