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I want to let myself in to a dark deep silent place
Not let the ugly words I don't mean escape my mouth
Not hear the mean things that make you guilty, be heard by me

Hopelessly orchestrated without intention
Caught in a muddle unable to come clean
More guilt piles until it becomes my motive

I wish to be myself as when I am hurt
I wish to protect you from my twisted mind
Total absolution seems the way out

I am hopelessly addicted to the game