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Purgetory repeat

I heard a voice whisper in my ear in the middle of the night, 

Conspired with fear, words echoeing between my drums

Spoken through hatred, composed out of love

This is contagious, system with a virus with a systematic grudge

Compelled to speak words mispelled, alone i fell down

Everything falls around me like a shell, trapped within myself

Cant relax, release this stress thats keeping my chest compressed

A skeleton for a man that still remains, im remaining the same

My head feels the need to cave against my shame

Just another slave to the systems game, thanks for playing

Better luck next time, forget who the fuck i am inside

On what i still rely, really realizing its almost my time

I try to hide away my face, im filled to the brink with pain

Im going back from where i came, last time youll see my face clean

I have got to leave, but i have to stay here in my own grief

Such a relief i cant leave, still im sad i cant be free

I push everything away with ease, splinter me with this disease

Lift me up again, only to drop me on my head

I awake in a tragic panic, soaked my bed with cold sweats, confused and hesitantly at peace

How could this be a fantastic fantasy, it was all just a dream

Roll over and go back to sleep, little did i know...

This was my purgatory, everything begins to repeat....

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