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Insecurity my one true friend My symphony still my requiem Tranquility still what I most hate My philosophy breeds to spite your distaste I who am I? What is this place? Why am I here? Why am I here? My oblivion stands my one true light My repulsion has passed my heartaches a blast My redemption my hell with which to reunite My depression descends now I will arise I will follow my hearse to my own funeral I will rejoice in it's sadness I will rejoice in my loved ones' tears I will return back to my mother's womb I will rejoice in it's silence I will rejoice in it's darkness I feel loneliness in a crowded room My heaven's much like a desert dune I cry out no-one hears tears God only knows My emotional needs, how much my heart bleeds