| You fucking fed me with all these lies. Every fucking minute i feel like i'm gonna die. I don't give a shit how good you are, or even how fucking smart that you really are. Think i really give a crap about all this? Listening to your bullshit makes me sick. With all that bullshit you put in me, i rather jump off the floor from seventeen. With a loaded gun that i wanted to buy, to kill all you motherfuckers just on time. But of all the guns in the world, i prefer my best pal the Magnum. But why do i have to waste it on these fuckers? All i have to do is aim it on my head and pull the trigger. What makes this world so fucking sick? That S&M is just way too streak. Each passing second we are becoming lesser. Each every hour you became much more higher. Life's so cruel it had to happened to me. That the only safe haven is in my dream. As i lay on my bed thinking, what's it like to be dying. As i close my eyes with anticipation, and hope i'll get my sastification. I can't feel death, but i can see it. It's all around me. I felt like a deadmeat. I wanted to lose reality. By drinking liqour till i start headbanging. I'm sick and tired of wearing masks. I rather be a cold hearted bastard. |
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