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I killed kindness with my own violence I'm thinking twice now, I'm on the brink of niceness With myself in hindsight i should love the highlights I should treat myself right, I should not be scared of Nighttime thoughts, That I'm not enough For my own life, I'm dancing on my own knife Pirouetting like I'm paradise bound on a cursed flight With no seatbelt, On the edge of my seat Just praying that the heat won't keep my knees weak Like an unwanted keepsake And I'm thinking I'll just leave this shit straight Head home and just be fake On my own where nobody can see the real me The real me I hate, not hate just don't relate To my own view of self, sombody send help I hear million carbon copies of myself And every single one of them is shouting You should go to hell The more they talk the more I think I might as well And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut They want me praying at the altar of my doubt They shout Judas in the flesh has come around So It's supper for suckers before I'm out I should sew their lips shout SongtexteMaybe I shout face it, I'm not feeling amazing I'm blocking my own wave, could you step out of the way? Other me should sit, down girl just quit I'm following my ID, I'll leave my ego in the ditch Yeah Freud would be proud if, if he could hear me now I told my therapist this, she said there's too many to talk And to many mini me's tryna, tell me who i should be And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut I hear million carbon copies of myself And every single one of them is shouting You should go to hell The more they talk the more I think I might as well And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut They want me praying at the altar of my doubt They shout Judas in the flesh has come around So It's supper for suckers before I'm out I should sew their lips shout Instrumental I hear million carbon copies of myself And every single one of them is shouting You should go to hell The more they talk the more I think I might as well And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut They want me praying at the altar of my doubt They shout Judas in the flesh has come around So It's supper for suckers before I'm out I should sew their lips shout Aus Songtexte Mania