Lay Your Ghosts to Rest

Under it all
 A new world
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 A new world made with the hands of madness
 These hands
 They will always do the cutting
 Piece by piece the pain gets worse
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 If only I could see myself right now
 The gathering of flesh
 Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state
 Smooth out the eyes
 Smooth out the lips
 Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition (These selfish reasons... the letter is all I left for explaining)
 Will it be found?
 Will the right hands deliver?
 The heartache I left
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 Cut until all that is left is new material
 Myself
 Day in, day out
 Deep down I know what I must do
 So much happens behind closed doors
 So much happens behind our closed doors
 This key will open them
 Expose us all
 Crusty-eyed symphony
 Awakened by my grunts and moans
 Why do I do this to myself?
 I suppose the choice was all mine
 God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
 On the surface I know what I must do
 [Folder 502:]
 The precaution documents
 The failsafe way back "home".
 Should I end it right here and now?
 That would be far too selfish
 I shall end what I've begun
 The creation of more
 More of us
 The skin and bones of destruction
 An army of weak souls
 Weak minds
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 Weak life
 (Written in a language I can understand. My brilliance seems questioned with these instructions. Fairly obvious for precaution documents I suppose. The "Night Owls" always send me back. Seems to be in their DNA)
 .fade out.
 I wake to my own whimper
 Ship is counting down
 Must regroup myself
 The end starts now