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I used to grow old in my mind when I was only a child,
So many deep thoughts at one time, my stress levels would go wild.
And now I stand here an adult, I feel one thousand years old,
It just gets worse as time goes on, some thing that you're never told.
And I don't need a doctor anyway so fuck you.

The only friends are in my head, that's why they call me insane.
I don't need a doctor.
Fuck you, I don't need a doctor.

I lock myself out of the world, the sound of your dull is like a quake,
Nothing ever goes fast enough for me, I'm always the last one awake.
I make friends with the voices in my head cos I know that the voice is my own,
Least I know that when shit is getting bad that crazy voice takes me home,
Wherever that is.

Like an empty box with the lid on tight,
I reside here in the night, lost inside my fucking mind.
I've been too long here, I've lost my grip,
Reality is a place I just don't live, it's best I keep myself hid.
The only friends I have are in my head and I'm starting to see them.

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from Holding Hands With The Shadow Man, released August 23, 2016

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THE CULT OF THE BROKEN CHILDREN.

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