The Monsters live inside my head
They tell me I should be dead
This may be my deathbed
The times for sleep have fled
I cut myself from the dread
All my memories that I shred
I wait for all of the bloodshed
They wait for me to drop dead
My family's already half dead
Next thing I know is Im all red
Now I say bye bye to all my meds
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only you can get them out
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