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demented schizofrenic paranoia
what's your toy baby boy
what prescription must you fill
you see the world through lowered lashes
it's all just another needle to you
another track to follow along your veigns
you hide behind your anger to appear strong
we both know that you're just scared
call me another version of every other girl
what you will soon realize
is there is no other girl but me
I've gotten to you, this we all know
call me a quitter all you want
whatever it takes to nurture your pride
your self-made harmonious chaos
victim to your own mind
slighted by your own anger
you know that you will never forget me
dillusional dream it is you hold
if you think I will be that easy to lose
I've seen through your fury
and found the truth inside your simple heart
you have breathed of my singularity
thus scarring your own lungs with unwonted love
demented schizofrenic paranoia
to this you shall return
walking the same track that has led you astray
because without the compendium my words created
you are lost in the vacancy you must fill
one bag, two bags, three bags, ten
every veign is the same to you isn't it baby
you shot me up straight to your heart
instantanious combustion
three minutes under
or maybe an entire week this time
that is what our time was
demented schizofrenic death.