dark and shameful secrets occupy my mind there’s poison in my politics madness in my plans I’m a killer in my dreams an assassin with a smile I have to get with the program I have countless graves to fill I’m a prisoner of my past my memories haunt me still the propulsive power of mania illuminates my plight so dial me another doctor who ain’t afraid to fight who’ll salve my exquisite pain and shield my innocent eyes till I find a place in heaven where no-one ever dies I may have spoken with angels it might have been a dream we’re talking about a world where nothing is as it seems but I have to believe in something it’s a basic human need
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