Nothing is real
when you spend your whole life in a box I grip the bars of my mind locked in and forever trying to find a way to stay hidden beneath piles of tears Walking the plank like a sideshow act my head has loose screws jabbing into my neck So I take the screwdriver plunge it through my eyes just so I don’t have to live a lie and then the images die But what is real when you’re stuck in your mind I drive my foot through my head and tear my way out as I wish to never be free again
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