Sick Statistic from Internal Incarceration by Year Of The Knife

Demonized

I did it again
This promise I break
A circle of death
A circle of fate
I did it again
This promise I break
I am enslaved
I am enslaved

I have no limitations
I tremble in desperation
Paralyzed from the mistakes
Of the morphine that takes my place

Now I’m just another 
Fucking sick statistic of America’s cold dead face
They all just live with shame
When they speak my name

Do you know what it’s like to hurt this bad?
There’s a family out there that I can’t win back
And I’ll do it again 
And again
I have no limitations
I tremble in desperation
Demonized by what I inject
This is something that you can’t fix

Robbed of my soul
This is something you can’t fix
Robbed of my soul

Fix me 

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