We're Dead Already

I make you empty
I make you weak
I make the nightmares
You can't sleep

I make the silence
I make the dark
I make your running
Wear out from the start

I make you hate me
I make you scream
I make you tearful
I make you dream

I kill you with silence
I kill you with words

You're dead there in front of me
Except you're alive
I kill you, can't you see
We'll never survive

The End

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