I've got A train full of pain
running through my head. Got no way to escape from it, all I can do is swallow it. The cold rage is making me blind, the driving pain is corrupting my mind. I see no end to the train, gotta crack open my head before I run mad.
I'm gonna hang a `scissors-hands
on my wall, because I hold on to art, whenever I seem to fall.
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