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sick of myself no longer i'm the observer turned off your receiver made myself an iron tower now i'm gonna sap the engine clean got to be an easier way there's a me i will be not myself not me beyond my skin tied with he not myself not me strained inside for my redemption now's no time to ask me questions i'm only here to wring your conscience clean shell is powdered beneath my birthing weight i'm excited like i've never been don't ask me if i'm sure no questions when even boredom breathes harder and sexier can't say you didn't want it this peace i had to love and hate lack of thrill i entered the escape you've had it easy now but guess what has awakened there's a me i will be not myself not me there's a me i have found gave my face a mask From Letras Mania