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Trance.

So screwed up in my head
I don't even need the bed

Cuz shit jus gets to you
oh whatcha gonna do?

My head is twirlin fast
As i look back to the past
My flag's been at half mast
I don't even wanna last

I have no clue what life
Has further in my strife
I'm lookin for a knife
To slit my throat open

I don't know how more i'll bend
To serve life its wishes
Or are they really mine?
I think i need some wine

I'm still screwed in my head
No, I don't even need a bed
Yes, that is what i said.
My eyes are now seein red

And maybe my cut head
Lying down on the ground

There's silence all around
No, not a single sound
I finally feel unbound
There's blood flowin all around
Paintin scarlet this ground
I still feel good unbound

Bliss may be what I've found
Cuz there is no more sound
Bliss is what I've found.
I'm finally unbound.

I start to hear a sound
The sound of silence.
It starts to get more dense
I'm goin beyond the fence

I still don't need the bed.
I've already said.

My body's left behind.
I only carry my mind

It goes to join the sea
Of higher consciousness
There is now no more me.
Its changed into we

No more struggle to feel
No more pain to heal
Just pure bliss appeals
Just pure bliss, surreal
Just pure bliss to feel

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