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Text: Hinky Punks (The). A Wizard's Diary. Scarred.


My lungs have had its last air
They have been sucked dry from your stare
And my insides are bleeding, it?s a mess
Soaked right through my hollow chest

And my stomach is burning
With my heart constantly yearning
To be freed from this tight hold
That has me captive and won?t let go

Please let me breathe
Please let me free
From all this tyranny
I will not break
A lot is at stake
I feel that I am dead already

My head is pounding,
And someone is at the door
It?s my mind come back to me
Letting me know that I?m not crazy

Please let me see my injuries
On the inside of me
The cuts run deep in my veins
And the blood is making dark red stains

Enough is enough
I?m leaving now, I?m leaving now
Just let me go in peace
I promise that I will do nothing

So I am cut up and cut down
With all this blood, I think I could drown
I cannot see the moon or stars
The night time is gone and I am scarred

Please let me breathe
Please let me free
From all this tyranny
I will not break
A lot is at stake
I feel that I am dead already ?
I am Scarred
Hinky Punks (The)