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Inhibitions I just want to hear my voice crack to be laughed at, I was born for humiliation, my big eyes. I'm seeing it all those things that go bump and that sound that doesn't stop, It's a running emotion to turn your back walking away it's gonna be coming. It doesn't matter bloody jaws ripped flesh that primal urge pressing becoming part of it to slow it down for the right moment, boom to blow it back out losing it for a moment of not caring. |