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Define something in nothing I am alone with my thoughts once again Magnitude becomes solitude The sleep is picking at my brain I find it hard to think To think I find it hard, I find it hard, I find it hard to think Will this resolution, will this resolution Bring restitution I think not Cant try to name you all Too many thoughts at once I cant escape myself Why dont you go to hell Well fight! All right, fucker! Who will help me survive? Escape these thoughts from inside Is there a cure to my life? I think not We'll fight! All right, fucker! From Letras Mania