Where am I? Who am I?
It's so dark where i am stading.
So dark that I can't se enything.
The pictures comes i flasch
Are the pictures the right pictures of life?
It's so dark outside
So datk that i can't se enything.
The woice in me head are so strong
So strong that i can't hear other things
The blod is comming out of my arm
When the blod is comming it's cleaning my mind.
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