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I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time
Everything is turning blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not the way I pictured me
I can't control my shakes!
How the hell did I get here?
Something about this, so very wrong...
I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn't like this
Is it a dream or a memory
I think he's on the chair, about to be electrocuted, a bright room, he can't control the shakes, he asks himself how did he get there. Questioning the system, something is very wrong. The goodbye at the beginning says a lot too.