[Stockholm]

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This is about trying to escape from the casket, but ends up being tortured.
I sort of keyed some parts to speed this up, but meh.

[Intro]
I am tough but now I have spine tingling fears
I realized, I’m only big in the house of mirrors

Mechanically speaking. I grab tools such as myself
I’m so lonely; I bang myself, till I’m low on health
Slide my fingers against the wood, give skin slivers
Play pool my head, & stop when I spill blood rivers
Stuck In here Is like See(ing)-Saw, I need one now
I need some help to pass time & I only wonder how
Peel wood. Its blank, like the chip off the old block
I wear drop-dead fashion. No one’ll see me rock-it
Don’t need a twin to keep me company, just reality
I’ll never pass-away even with my split personality
So scared. I shake bark by bark with the carved tree
I want to hang from a branch n’ fall so I die & leave
In a box, patiently waiting till a magic trick happens
So starving, I’d eat leftovers from the dirty napkins
Throw punches at myself. It hurt, like son of a bitch
Ouch, number of hits was more than a Matrix glitch
I forced so many kicks & I decided to add a counter
I’m a cat, & still not found by dog the bounty hunter
Rest in pieces. Cut myself. Form my legs in a seven
A lucky number, I stabbed myself at gates in heaven


*Chip Off the Old Block Is a Spitting Image (Looking like Someone)
*A Counter is used on websites to count visits