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We are gathered here today To put the past in a grave To rip the heart from her chest And watch her body decay We adjourn here this evening Drenched in deceit and treason Just like everyone else You’ll vanish without reason Maybe it’s time I stop getting sad And start getting even Crack the bones in your chest You’re pleading, keep bleeding Lеarning how to leave Remains your grеatest teaching I can’t see a thing through the webs that you weave And it’s you vs. the truth, I know what I’ll believe You said you always liked it with my hand around your throat Let’s see how much you like it when you really f**king choke Pull hard, yeah, suspend your body by the rope Cut you up and paint the walls Like a modern-day Pica**o Here’s a thought, maybe i’ll just f**k all your friends Oh no, I won’t kill you, you’ll just wish you were dead I’ll make sure you never have anyone ever again I’ll be the voice in your ear singing “put the gun to your head.” Yeah your life must be hard, taking everyone for granted When every single thing you want you just get handed Yeah life’s a f**king b*t*h when live by those standards Yeah life’s a f**king b*t*h so that makes me the b*st*rd So I’ll deal you a hand like the one that you dealt me I’ll tear out your teeth and your eyes so you can’t see Drive nails through your ears, shred your tongue so you can’t scream Next time you wanna kill me, double tap and f**king bury me in concrete Gritting teeth So hard they’re almost splitting I feel the grip of execution Crawling beneath my skin Sitting all alone in the dark Waiting for the end to come Grinding my teeth as I’m pounding your flesh and the meat starts to split with a fresh wave of crying I’d love nothing more than to lick those sad little gems from your cheeks As they trickle and mingle with sick So you wanna know what years of dealing with sh*t alone feels like, huh? Well, it’s kinda like a right hook to the chin Or a white hot knife to the skin So you really wanna know, huh? Well buckle up kid Drilled into my mind, make it seem that it’s all fine Berate myself, make me believe that it’s all fake (you lied) I’m not the one you want, but you’re the one thing that I need I’m what f**ks you up inside, from mental torment you can’t hide So smother me, eat me up or swallow me whole Cause suicidal thoughts are knocking better f**king pay the toll
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