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It’s not the scream of the midnight train

Or the cold whisper of the autumn rain

It’s not the static of the god damned box fan

Keeping me from sleep

It’s a voice only I can hear

The voice of failure

The voice of a defeated man breathing down my neck

And while this ghosts haunts my every move

Every step I take

I hope and pray for the day he’ll let me go

And pass me by

But he’s stays pearched on my back, stuck in my side

Says, «If you fail again, know it will be your last.»

I cannot live like this

«I've been the hands digging your shallow grave

Making myself at home

Spit shining your empty casket

Yet, you refuse to let me go.»

You carved a hole in my head

Filled it with fear and doubt

Told me," it’s for the best, one day you’ll understand,"

It’s not the sound of the midnight train

Or the faint screams of men like me

Giving up everything we have

Being all we can be

This is me. Half man half machine

This is me. The damaged product of my mistakes

We are the authors, the failures, the ghosts, Lost in our heads, deprived of all

hope.Tangled up in bad luck

But i won’t give up

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