I'm turning blank pages on a blurry white line. 
As the arms go numb and the mouth goes dry. 
And he's sipping sangria in the temple of wine. 
I'm surround by the naked men who undressed his lies 

I know it's in my head.
I know it's in my head. 

Now i've trapped myself in a room of sorrow. 
as my blood starts to sweat and my brain starts to wallow.
And I'm standing in a room covered in needles .
I've died a thousands times and never once lived normal. 

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