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You are myself in some one else's head
Fragments I can no longer fit

Touching something
Far out of reach, close as I can

Is this what you call consciousness
Between the chills and fits of rage
Come lay your hand upon my head
Your ice cold eyes so full of life
And death
You are myself in some one else's head   Fragments I can no longer fit      Touching something   Far out of reach, close as I can      Is this what you call consciousness   Between the chills and fits of rage   Come lay your hand upon my head   Your ice cold eyes so full of life   And death