Trauma Culture

Different minds in the same frame
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 The rules are set and put on a scale
 A dream of blood with a face so pale
 Oh, once I realized I'm in control
 I've been taking my chances 'cause it's all my fault
 Playing the cards I was dealt as I'm running with broken bones
 We're only prone to the dogma
 When we are coming from a bad place
 No helping hand
 No sight of saving grace
 I know it seems too little too late
 Dug in too deep into my weakness
 From being struck by bad luck and despair
 To suffering the same fate
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 Different minds in the same frame
 Different crime but the same name
 The walls are closing in
 The ceiling's coming down
 Paranoid in my own skin
 There is only one way out
 Gradual isolation
 Intellectual intoxication
 Follow through without a thing to complain (carve my lane)
 I'm better off with the bitterness (carve my lane)
 Became a host with no dignity left (carve my lane)
 Consume the life from my open vein (my open vein)
 Collateral
 So cynical
 Seducing
 Abusing
 Collateral
 Non clinical
 Not listening
 Distressing
 Distressing
 Distressing (distressing)
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 The walls are closing in
 The ceiling's coming down
 Paranoid in my own skin
 There is only one way out
 Until you die, you will propagate
 You're fucking waste
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 So cynical
 Seducing
 Abusing
 Collateral
 Non clinical
 Not listening
 Distressing