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Track 4 of EP Tales of Hatred

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Trapped in my head, hitting every inch of my skull
I wish I could disapear like something you forgot about.
I've been wandering in a dark room in my mind, longing for help but i'm nowhere to be found.
It's been like this for as far as i can remember.
Could i be a martyr or was i born to suffer?
Am I a product of my insanity?
Be honest, please dont sugar coat it
Forever a noose around my neck
I need to breath, I need to fucking breathe.
I never asked for this, I'm so sick and fucking tired of always asking why anxiety is preying upon me.
Depression will soon get the best of me.
Familiar faces all around me, it doesn't matter
I never felt so cold
I hope time will keep it's promise and guide me throught the light
I hope death is on her way
I'd gladly welcome her with open arms and ask her to take me home.
I've been searching for a spark that I couldn't find.
I never felt alive so i kept on searching.
I'll never feel alive.
What if i take these pills ?
Will it finaly stop the hate inside?
Will i become numb or just an empty shell repressing every thought ?
Almost filling the void in me, distracting my brain from how i'm used to feeling.
I'm easier to drug than treat.
Forever trapped inside my mind.
What would happen if i ever ran out of it in time of need?
Oh well, I guess i'm fucked.
I have become my own grave.
Never asked for this, i'm so sick and fucking tired of always asking why anxiety is preying upon me.
Depression will soon get the best of me.
Familiar faces all around me, it doesnt matter
I still feel so cold.
They all know when they look in my eyes.
So just leave me here.
There is no light, there is no warmth.
What if i take these pills ?
Will it finaly stop the hate inside ?
Will i become numb or just an empty shell repressing every thought?
Almost filling the void in me, distracting my brain from how i'm used to feeling.
I'm easier to drug than treat.
Forever trapped inside my mind.
What would happed if I ever ran out of it in a time of need ?
Oh well, i guess i'm fucked.

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from Tales of Hatred, track released November 23, 2018

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