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I'm just another body down Internal bleeding round and round And all I can think of, are ways to die alone And all I can think of, are ways to die alone A portrait of my skeletal gain Left selfish and hungry so feed me the pain Escape reality with new pain Then let the cycle start again And all I can think of, are ways to die alone And all I can think of, are ways to die alone Dream of content, a pain filtered farm All I can say Dreams are bad When all they do is leave the truth behind Dreams are bad When negativity's a state of mind Dreams are bad When all they do is leave the truth behind Dreams are bad