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What are those things Screaming,
Deep inside my head?
Like Brian wilson, I lie alone,
Reclused inside my Bed.
Teary Eyes apon my Face,
Screaming "Fucking let me go"
This Place is like a Prison ,
Why is Fate so Slow?
My Heart it cries, in Wicked Prayer,
To the voices in the Night.
They Scream, and They cry
They fill me so full of Fright.
Those Demons slam opon my soul
Like the Waves against the Arch,
  I try to face the daylight,
But Im dammed into the Dark.

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