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ANXIETY
(A Chant)

My mind is numb, my prick is cold,
I know the feeling well
It crawls across my blackened floor

It rocks me to sleep at night
And wakes me up tomorrow
I know my heart is beating still
I know itís coming closer

Paralysis is not a sin
Nor even a state of mind
Itís just another Jabberwock
God itís cold in here.

Iím calling you, Virginia.
Why canít you understand me?
This food tastes like rubber
Your heart feels like death

My mind is numb, my prick is cold,
I know the feeling well

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