The dead are not silent
Over the matter is the mind
What you say is not what you mean
Yet to know as a mortal sin
Thinking of other but it's you
Projecting thy shadows, oh, you are too
Are you sure the voice in your head
"I am good, I am the best" and so it is fed
Repeating itself in an spiral pattern
What about yourself could you learn
With your heartbeat what do you feel?
What down your spine when you feel the chill?
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