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Alone in the crypt, a dark haired face

You are inside my molten brain, afraid

You’re inside my molten brain

Guts to the wall and giving the eye

Creeping away and living the lie

It is I who’s gonna die

inside my molten brain

Old and wise flesh colored tiles

Warm piss through my brain files

Engineered shemales whining

Between my fingers my life is sliding

Lust for solitude builds up a dome

I don’t want to go home, to go home anymore

In the corner there’s someone waiting

but nothing else makes me feel

I’m getting sick in these empty chairs

Keep on going, no one cares

Lust for solitude builds up a dome

I don’t want to go home, to go home anymore

Alone in the crypt, a dark haired face

You’re inside my molten brain

Guts to the wall and giving the eye

Creeping away and living the lie

In the corner there’s someone waiting

But nothing else makes me feel

I’m getting sick in these empty chairs

Keep on going, no one cares