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Blank stares
Dry tears
Breathing
Dry Heaving
Dreaming
Visions of silence
Voices inside em
Now she done got em
She don't even think it's a problem
Been gone so long, she don't know whats inside her
They're gonna leave her
Come see her
On Sunday
A little white cell
In a small hell
Like a tunnel,
Her vision is funnel
Precision
4 corners
They seem to move further
They'll hurt her
Hyperventilating
Perceiving
Is it happening
Imagining
Sweating
Pounding the door
Pulling the cord
Begging the lord
Which is strange
Never done such a thing before
Devil breathing in her ear
Her biggest fear
The voices reappear
This is hell
The hole in the wall
Secrecy
It'll tell her all
She'll see
Wrapped up sheets
Voices repeat
Her worse deeds
Lost hope
She died in a hospital robe
Straight jacket, keeping her arms wrapped around her
Swallowing pills, keeping her mind foggy and a blur
Unaware of reality
Been so zoned
She don't even know that she's gone
She been passed
But she's so gassed
Wondering how long this "dream" will last
Reliving the same event everyday
That's what they say
She didn't make it
Evil got its way