Tourniquet My Heart

Tourniquet my heart
And stop this bleeding
My fingers have tourettes
They won't stop screaming

I'm tired, fed up, and mind is steaming
The lies, the brainwashing, the forced fed opinions
I'm sick, I'm sick
Tourniquet my heart
Stop this bleeding
I can't bare to watch it anymore.....

Excuse me while I nap on a bed of quicksand

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