that you carry on you skin
I take you by your clammy hand Come see the scene of the crime!
We celebrate the deed with laughter but to be hones (we) look the same
A cripple in the bathroom mirror How did he get inside my house?
I look at him and gently shiver I think I've seen this man before
I want to scream out loud You say that you're my friend
The world outside can't hear the sound remains unheard if not to want some more?
Keep screaming though you won't be heard I know it really sounds absurd
I hear the screams and feel your cries but your lips don't risk my sacrifice
The voice I hear, the man I see ... I understand he must be me
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