SYMPATHY FROM THE DARK

Yank the cords from me
Hold my soul for a ransom
Place thorns on my head
Feed me rats and mud
Lies, lies are all you speak
Mechanical madness is your name
Call me crazy and I’ll say yes
The crazy one is born
Renewed in me
Spirit of a great
Lives in me,
In me to tell out your lies
To speak so you may repent
If not, please seek death
And burn as you have done to others
Die as much as you can
And be born again when your soul is ready for life

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