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My mind feels trapped inside itself. As if, the only means of escape are through the two chasms in my wrists In my heart and in my head I am already dead take this knife from my hand and I'll make you understand my dark day my black Sunday... You say everything will be okay lost in these words is today In my heart and in my head I am already dead take this knife from my hand and I'll make you understand my dark day my black Sunday... From Letras Mania