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Psyche trouble is a part of our reality
Why should we choke on our words, when we don't even know how to make them lessen?
Why they get back on the track?
To tell me what? I don't want to listen… Can you hear this? Can you hear those?
Those whispers are incessantly, like a wave of tormented victims.
Brainwashed so that we’re not happy. Who says we’d be fucking happy?
They're sailing away anyway / chills in my spine
I'm feeling the pain / they're sailing away anyway
Please, god please get rid of those thoughts / In my brain
Pseudo smiles and empty eyes.
I can’t keep themselves hidden.
Don't force me to dive inside, an empty life.
From shouts to whispers, hearing the voices of paranoia…
We all suffocate
So should I let the voices inside my head decide on my next steps.
About my own oblivion through this pathetic misinterpretation.
Of what seems to be the happiness who drilled my psyche.
Corrupted thought that turn my whispers into screams.
Should i put nails inside my ears to make them all silent
Should I put the trigger on god's mouth to shut them off?