IF YOU PUSH ME TOO FAR, CAN’T PULL ME BACK.
WHEN THE RED MIST DESCENDS, I’M SOMEONE ELSE.
AM OUTTA MY HEAD, CAN’T TRUST MYSELF.
YOU’LL BE THE DEATH OF YOU, NO DOUBT.
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