

I must not be realDeep breaths (I'm ok, repeat.) where did my heart go? (It's fine, get up.) I feel beating in my chest (but I can't feel my chest,I must not be real
how's that?)
My eyes are open So where did the world go? I swear I'm breathing So where did my lungs go? My ears still working, I cannot hear you. My sights not seeing, I must not be real
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We all live behind walls we build ourselves.
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Crotch Zombies don't show me your crotch zombies!
I am The Morose Mother Fucker
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Death is the solution to all problems. No man - no problem.
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Crotch Zombies don't show me your crotch zombies!
I am The Morose Mother Fucker
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Death is the solution to all problems. No man - no problem.
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Crotch Zombies don't show me your crotch zombies!
I am The Morose Mother Fucker
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