I used to be...
Sixty-six demons
That rolled in my head.
That wrythed in my body
That printed this led.
I used to erase
The legion that bled.
That tore up my skin,
And burned me away.
I used to erase
I thought with a razor.
I used to erase
All the spirits of favor.
I used to erase,
I used to erase.
Out! Out!
Legion out of my body!
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