I scraped my knees while I was praying and found a demon in my safest heaven, seems like it's getting harder to believe in anything that just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts. I wanna know what'd be like to find perfection in my pride, to see nothing in the light or turn it off in all my spite, in all my spite I'll turn it off. And the worst part it before it gets any better we're headed for a cliff and in the free fall I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom. The tragedy it seems unending...
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