Look at me and tell me what you see
I am not what you think I am
Too weird to live, too rare to die
Haloed in the headlights of death
Is this Hell disguised as heaven?
Is this death masquerading as life?
So much is said, so little shown
I see no reason, I feel no end
Stitched up like a ragged doll
Wrapped around your naked soul
I am what you know as
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