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How can you call me friend
After all the shit i did and said
I should be dead
You should've taken my head
That's not an expression
At this point death feels like it'd be a blessing
I'm just expressing my depths of depression
Maybe I'm not being objective
My perspectives been wrecked
Asking myself
What the hell
Whyd ya do that
Set yourself a trap
Stepped right in and it snapped
Broke your fucking leg off
Wishing it took your head off
Cuz these demons they won't step back
They just attack till I'm on my knees
Begging and pleading
Please let me breathe
Let me see the light of the lord
Instead of these deadly hordes
Everyday it's seeming more join the war
Inside of my mind is a violent torrent
Like a nuclear silo of rage That I've been storing
Now that bitch is soaring
Aiming to settle a score n when it touches down it'll scortch the earth
Nothing left alive like the time before time
Before the birth of earth
Just darkness itself
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