Burnt
I feel uncomfortable in my own skin
Its the insecurities I'm sinking in
No matter what I do I end up here again
We plant the seed
For the hatred we need
For the pain we need
To function in bliss
Another battle in this holy war
Good, Evil, or neither/nor
It's all the same when it hits the floor
Denial leaves an aftertaste
The claustrophobia is setting in
It doesn't matter, lose or win
We'll never erase the sin
The fault lies in the circumstance
You seek to crucify your savior
Hand in hand with your hatred behavior
A decrepit memory and nothing more
Trapped inside my head
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