[Voice recording rewinds and plays certain parts, speeds up and slows down:]
"...Like last night, they are not like tremors, they are worse than tremors,
they are these terrors. And it's like, it feels like as if somebody
was gripping my throat and squeezing and..."
Some say, now suffer all the children
And walk away a savior,
Or a madman and polluted
From gutter institutions.
Don't 你 breathe for me,
Undeserving of your sympathy,
Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did.
And through it all
How could 你 cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it.
So shut your eyes,
Kiss me goodbye,
And sleep....
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