| I’m a box full of —
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| Darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness (3x)
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| Im a box full of —
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| Things that you should never see
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| (and in a moment I might explode)
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| And I’m gonna spill upon the ground, all the pain like blood and —
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| (and they’we been warned)
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| Just exactly what I’ve been speaking of when I —
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| Sing I’m a box full of —
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| Darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness
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| I’m a box full of —
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| Darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness
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| Okay, back when I was young there was love lost
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| Between me and my dad, it was cut off
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| When I saw mom with her skull cracked in
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| Next to me on the bed in a puddle full of blood sauce
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| Locked in a room and screaming
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| Try’na wake her up but she just kept bleeding
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| He rolled her on her side so she didn’t choke on her tongue
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| And she woke up soaked from dry heaving
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| He took a look around the room and his boy
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| And his wife and he said 'fuck this, I’m leaving'
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| Unplugged the TV and the VCR
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| Then he disappeared in the evening
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| Left the 8-year-old Aithen alone in the house
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| Looking for the car keys and
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| Covered in blood, helping mother to the car
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| So she could drive herself to the ER for treatment
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| And one year before that I was sitting up in a crackhouse
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| With a crackwhore babysitting me
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| And watching my dad smoke a pipe on the couch
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| With this hooker giving him head, I remember so vividly
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| And then came a knock at the door
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| The SWAT, like 30 cops deep coming in like the infantry
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| He scrambled to the back door, two shots and he stopped
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| And his track said 'don't shoot', the intensity
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| Was so great that I blacked out
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| And I woke up in a squad car, next thing
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| I knew my grandparents are picking me up from the precinct
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| My asthma had me out of breath and confused
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| And before I knew he was locked up and mommy said
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| 'daddy ain’t coming home'
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| And 12 years later I was sitting in the
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| ICU with a cracked face of my own, huh…
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| And I go deep in my mind
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| And see just what I can find
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| All of my darkest memories
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| Constantly play and rewind
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| And I’m just sitting here
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| Thinking about my mom I lost my senior year
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| From a heart attack
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| Right in front of me and my sister
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| And it’s clear that this was the start
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| Of a downward spiral with drugs
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| And nameless substances in abundance
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| In front of us, yeah, I fucked this up
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| It didn’t matter what it was
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| I just fix it and shoot it up
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| Or crush it down, make a couple of rails
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| And then just them up
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| Looking back, this shit makes me cringe
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| And it’s fucking disgusting
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| Even tried to hang myself
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| But my homie found me and cut me
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| Down and *BLAOW* and my feet hit the ground
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| I was so fucking happy to be alive
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| My heart was pounding and well
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| I’ve been clean ever since
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| Quit my daily regimen
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| Then 8 years later I moved back in with my sister again
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| And she was still getting fucked up on Seroquil and Oxy’s
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| Regardless of how hard we tried to get her to stop
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| She just wouldn’t listen…
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| She died of accidental overdose
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| And it kills me that her children
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| Are the ones who found her comatose… |