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I feel a monster rising up inside. 
It creeps and crawls inching to the surface. 
No true sense of decency does it possess. 
It's soft and silky upon my tongue 
and it blends easily upon my face. 
This monster is a bitter cream that's been soured with age. 

Calm down.
The world isn't at war,
but i feel the battlements are being torn.
but i feel the battlements are being torn.

I feel so torn.
It pulls me from the north and the south,
but I have no true sense of direction.
Send the bombs away
Send the thoughts away
I feel a monster rising up inside.

Calm down.
The world isn't at war,
but i feel the battlements are being torn.
but i feel my soul being torn

Free me from myself

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