The terror kills him
Tearing his heart from his chest on to the floor
Keeping him up at night
Tearing his heart from his chest on to the floor
Keeping him up at night
He is not alive, he's barely breathing
He can't escape the mindset of fault and failure
Poor whore to the world
Fearing freedom
Praise me, I will not free you
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