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Wretched. Fatally wounded.
Save me from myself.
A tormented mind
that nothing can appease.
A stain on our conscience.
A tormented mind
now running on empty.
A stain on our conscience.
Help me find my way back
to healing. Take me to your
artificial paradise.
Feed me the lies I'm dying to hear.
I need this illusion
to make it through.
I need a shoulder
to rest my head on.
Bring me serenity
so I can close my eyes
on this world. Take me
to your artificial paradise.
I need an illusion
to hide my insanity.
Give me the strength I need
to carry on.
Save me...
I can stare at the enemy
in the mirror's reflection.