I think that I’ve gone crazy, I’m mindless.
I’ve lost sight of myself, I’m spineless.
My thoughts know no control, I cannot empathize.
This soul has long been sold and my heart desensitized.
Blood flows through me cold, each pulse mechanized.
Malice a thousandfold and every second emphasized.
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