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I can't feel my face I can't feel, misery, all the memories in my head I feel the pain everyday, I feel it all closing in Disjointed dialouge. My head dissolving, my head decaying Misanthropy leads me to the well where I drown myself in misery again My wings clipped as I walk along the track I know that there's no, no turning back Buy and consume, we're living off fumes I'm writhing in the shed with my head pumped full of lead Pushing against the grain, the claws dig deeper in my brain A force of resistance, it's always persistent