driving rusty nails through my eyes
And a self lobotomy still nothing
they're still with me
a bit of a psychotic break as I lay in their flames drinking whiskey and rubbing gasoline on me
anything to burn away the memories
your canvas of pain and torture becomes a vintage piece of furniture
a must have for any of the Damned
pulling out my own tongue so I will never tell their story
they will be with me for all eternity
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