Paranoïa

Hierophant

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My skin is sick
My mind is deviated
My end is closer
Love won’t save me

There is no cure
There is no disintoxication
I’ll drown into insecurities of my I
Paranoia

Every time I will think I will be breathing
An anvil of loneliness will drag me even deeper

I feel rotten inside me
I feel rotten inside me
By my actions thousand would die
By my actions thousand would die
I don’t deserve to stay here