Already polished, it shines in light so man, it can't be clearer
I spoke to Death, my God the sickle seems to be coming nearer
I'm bout to lose myself, descending Reaper, it's come and appear
Had a weapon in my pocket, in the reflection it's fucking reversed
Held a knife on my right, then thoughts of violence start to immerse
I raised my left hand, then I hear a talking voice in my head
Constantly repeating like an echo, “you got no choice, you're dead”
Fuck an Echo, I don't need you, bitch I thought I killed you
You're so twisted, contorted, your damn mind's fucking tilted
“I'm tired of this!” Echo mocks me again by saying “I'm tired of this”
In the same accent, same tone, just a slightly different volume
What's wrong with this place? Who else is in this fucking room?!
Let me out of this cage of misery and pain I fucking consume
With my greatest force, I stab myself in the mask and costume
Shattered glass, while the bomb ticks last and goes boom!
They're still here chasing me, I can see more eyes staring at me
Let go of me, and get out of my head, please have mercy on me
See I smashed you, but you split into fragments, asshole
You made me do this, return me back man- my soul!
Then all these pieces, they talk back denying their faults
Every shard they trying to add to my wounds, some salt
So called, increase my pain, intensifying the increased pain
I'm supposed to be alone in this room, that's what I've been saying
The knife also reflected my face, then the lips moved
It's the voice in my head again, I can't disprove
“Enough of this! Give me air and fucking space to breathe!”
Damn I don't wanna be in fucking despair, by embracing grief
The bomb exploded in my head, thoughts unite and form this verse
I express in form of words for tonight the storm gets worse
I'm saying goodbye to you man, so quit trying to be friends
I'm not lying, not pretending, so keep crying till the end
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