We are the secrets behind your lies,
The crimes that you try to hide in your eyes,
A sin in your mind, your criminal thought,
A sickness of darkness your head had caught.
We are the faces under your skin,
We laugh when you fall, scratch you deep within,
Paranoia is a disease of your mind,
An itch which straining fingers can't find.
We are the rebel, the killer, the sinner,
Upon your concience my bitter will linger,
We are the darkness inside you, under scar,
We are the part of you heart made of tar.
I am you.
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