Empty, Crawling, Bitter,
Under my skin with only a sliver,
Inches deep, worldly pain,
Drenched underneath a pitiful rain,
Counting heads, lure in the sheep,
Murderess, insanity,
Iron curtain, falling at dusk,
Purify, turn to dust
Purge the wicked, piercing cold,
Forever crawling in this bottomless,
Sorrow pity, the meaningless things,
Four hours I feel the sting,
Turn my back on what I know,
Vandalize, reap what you sow.

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