But some how I own the highest score
I fought to destroy myself
In my self created war
If your not worth it
What's worth fighting for
You were the scratch
That became a tore
[And if you would so very kindly,
Follow me into the next room]
Whom nobody loves
Your sole purpose is to be hated
One life with the face of three
Hung by the manufactured trees
Your cold metal steel of a spine
You cannot dream of a paradise
An internal alarm clock pulses once a minute
I am sorry this was your fate
You poor red light
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