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I sit there all night

blind of the pain and fright 

tis all for naught since they call me a child

I laugh since i watch them die,  all the while

I sit and make line after line 

Hearing the voices sending shivers down my spine

I take the knife and cringe at the voices

Deeper , longer, deeper, longer

more, more, more is all the voices whisper