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They’re in my head, they won’t get out,
circling and churning my hist’ry they shout,
there is no silence, there is no reprieve,
the truth is splintered, my today deceived.
I cannot escape their angry torment,
there is no defense to their bitter dissent,
driving each thought with the crap of a whip,
on sanity’s grasp I’m losing my grip.
I pray for the darkness to take me alive,
the little that’s good I now shun and revile,
for silence eternal my voice has stole,
gone all the hope that is left in my soul.