Album: Blackout Analysis
They were carving caskets out of baby cribs today
When they sized me up I failed to make the grade
When they stole my sister I was underneath the bed
Chewing on my lip & trying not to breathe
So withered I´ll wander in the abysmal agony of failing
Crying out your name till I lose my voice
It is all coming back to me
Life is bitter mysteries. Clouded. confused
Amnesia arrested me
Called to me quietly
Murdered me violently
silently
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