There's a war inside my head Enemies are segments of me A dirt that's infecting my mind A dirt I can't fight This dirt is a part of me A part of me I want delete The uglyness of being clean Is the uglyness I want to reach I'm still fighting with myself I am waiting bullets from my head I still can think But I can't breath Everything is confused Segmented and smothed out I still can think But I can't breath I am on my way down segments of me are all around I lost my war I lose control

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