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A Message to all Low Lifes Everywhere
The beast inside is controlling me
I can’t fight it, I can’t stop it
The unchecked anger is lashing out
Just go away, and stay away
For your own good
Just stay the hell away
You are not my friend
You’re just in my fucking way
Another corpse
Just waiting to die
You think you are safe
You don’t know a god damned thing
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
You must be deaf
‘Cuz you don’t heed my warning
Just brainless cattle
You’re walking to the slaughter
Feed the maggots
That’s all you’re good for
Ignorance is your curse
That’s why you die
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
Think what you will of me
That is, if you think at all
I don’t have time for you
So take your clueless,
Sorry piece of shit self
Somewhere far away from me
And fucking….
DIE
Just die
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
I can’t fight it, I can’t stop it
The unchecked anger is lashing out
Just go away, and stay away
For your own good
Just stay the hell away
You are not my friend
You’re just in my fucking way
Another corpse
Just waiting to die
You think you are safe
You don’t know a god damned thing
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
You must be deaf
‘Cuz you don’t heed my warning
Just brainless cattle
You’re walking to the slaughter
Feed the maggots
That’s all you’re good for
Ignorance is your curse
That’s why you die
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
Think what you will of me
That is, if you think at all
I don’t have time for you
So take your clueless,
Sorry piece of shit self
Somewhere far away from me
And fucking….
DIE
Just die
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
Published 15th Jun 2013
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