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Well i'm staring straight into the face of hell
You're so close and you can't even tell
I'm so wrapped up inside
Because i don't have much to love
Horrified i feel from pits unseen
Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds
As it crumbles down on top of me
I contemplate my lack of love
Come and save my soul
Before it's not too late
I'm not afraid to admit
How much i hate myself
All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head
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