Doomed to this curse
Life sentenced
Until everything
Fips inside out
The worst feeling
Turning into a primary need
A dash of time
When nothing 's real
Sheer pressure
Vanishes in a dark room
A personal enclave
Set apart
For my own sake
Prisoner of my will
I can never be satisfied
Give me black I'll ask for white
Sheer pressure
Vanishes in a dark room
A personal enclave
Isolation
Set apart
For my own sake
Prisoner of my will
Isolation
Loneliness
A subtle gift to appreciate
Loneliness
Flee from me I'll look for you
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