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Hello There.<br />
Your about to enter a world that you can't see.<br />
But it can see you.<br />
It knows everything about you.<br />
Where you sleep.<br />
What color your hair is.<br />
And what color your skin is.<br />
And this world even knows what you are thinking.<br />
This world is different.<br />
It comes from your mind.<br />
But you did not make it.<br />
It made it's self.<br />
And it made you.<br />
But when you fall asleep forever.<br />
only then.<br />
Will you see this world.<br />
This world.<br />
Is nothing.<br />
What happens when you die?<br />
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Song on my Profile.<br />
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I give blood to prove to myself that I can matter to somebody else.<br />
Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands?<br />
If so, don't put you're faith in the dessert sand,<br />
Because the wind is always blowing.<br />
There are gallows deep inside my lungs, that's where I hung ambition.<br />
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Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?<br />
Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984.<br />
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores<br />
And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors,<br />
So give me seven more.<br />
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I give blood not for the cause but to slowly give up the person I was.<br />
Holding my breath won't help, everything went to hell,<br />
So now I steal back pennies from the well because my wishes failed.<br />
I am screaming at my own shadow to stop living like a ghost.<br />
<br />
Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?<br />
Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984.<br />
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores<br />
And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors,<br />
So give me seven more.<br />
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I don't need her; I'm not that desperate.<br />
Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then<br />
Cause I'm not done screaming yet<br />
You can call off the intervention, cause I don't need your attention.<br />
<br />
Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?<br />
Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984.<br />
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores<br />
And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors,<br />
So give me seven more.<br />
<br />
I don't need her; I'm not that desperate.<br />
I don't need her; I'm not that desperate.