It's a cold dark space in my head I know
And there's two-three ways I could overdose

It's a cold dark space in my head I know
And there's two-three ways I could overdose
You're the shadow sitting in the corner of the room
So I scratch and I claw to get away from you
Yeah

I can't cope but you already know that the mind has gone
Where the bodies don't float
Let it go
Fight it, no
Sick sad poet at the end of a rope

To rot in rhythm with the one who made the first incision
A sacrifice was dealt, the blade don't take no fucking prisoners

When the blood don't dry, yet it stays on your mind
When the blood don't dry, lobotomize
When the blood don't dry, rinse and repeat the fucking cycle

It's a cold dark space in my head I know
And there's two-three ways I could overdose
You're the shadow sitting in the corner of the room
So I scratch and I claw to get away from you
It's a cold dark space in my head I know
And there's two-three ways I could overdose
You're the shadow sitting in the corner of the room
So I scratch and I claw to get away from you
Yeah

I scratch and I claw to get away from you
I scratch and I claw to get away from you
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