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- Twisting
My mind is occupied by demons
They whisper to me in a way I wish I wouldn't like
The blood in my veins is slowly heating up, I feel it burning
My head is split in two
One part is struggling to stay, the other's set to go
You barely think, you tongue seems poisoned
The words that flow out of your mouth, they hit her in her chest
A women that claimed to never become just like her mother
- wallow
keep that record, well, i'm sure i will
put it on anyway
and keep my clothes i couldn't bear your smell on it
just let it fade
oh, oh, let it fade
oh, oh, let it fade away just like i do in your brain