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left to rot inside this hole

let me out of here

break me free of my own skin

blind me from all my sin

no more shackles

lead me home

mein schadenfreude, cut their throats

bleed them dry and cold

it's like we're lusting blood

so let it rain

the paper clouds don't mask the pain

bleed, bleed, feed

i want to see their brains on the floor