20 Blades
Inside my heart
Pressure drops
Next to zero
Weak and tired
A walking corpse
Nothing much to say
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Played your game
Mistress of the dark
The final score
Was next to zero
Microwaves and coffee
Pink donuts
Chances of survival
Next to zero
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Suffering and boredom, and nothing to hide
What are the odds I will find peace of mind?
Searching for a balance and something to do
The numbers are against me, and zero’s my IQ
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