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Do not sell yourself short on what you bring Incomparable to those that believe Oh, the time has come to break bones and bleed Out the pores it flows, spread onto the leaves The road in front of me's one of recovery, cover the shelves Hide all the cutlery, coloring subtly Suddenly, I don't feel quite like myself (I don't feel quite like myself) Real slowly, I'll begin twisting and folding Stripping off layers of clothing Just like a spider, I'm molting I do not know where I'm going Remote location withholding Onto the past, it's revolting I think my brain is corroding Shh, this level's still loading Frozen now, this game's corrupted I'm on a path toward destruction This road is closed for construction Sorry that I'm disappointing (Sorry that I'm disappointing) From Letras Mania