Thoughts Of a Dead Mind
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Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it, my pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve, my skin will scream
Remindin' me of who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving, there's no hiding for me
