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My problem
Sometimes I just get so infuriated. When I get like that I can't control it. Everything on my mind is Fight, Shoot, kill.
Mostly everything I say is against my will.
I have become a prisoner to my own mind. When I get like this I become a danger to mankind.
When my teeth begin to grind the trigger is what I'll squeeze, your lifeless body on the ground will finally please my need.
My anger is a problem for those around me. They know when I start they don't want to watch, They wish they couldn't see.
Your blood is warm, that's surprising you look pretty cold blooded when you left me by myself. I guess we aren't so different because your blood is red, well shit mine is to.
That makes us the same on the inside… I guess on the outside too, because were both covered in your blood.
Bullets devoured by flesh, go home and smoke a blunt with the smell of your blood during my smoke sesh. I’m fine now all my problems are gone
Mostly everything I say is against my will.
I have become a prisoner to my own mind. When I get like this I become a danger to mankind.
When my teeth begin to grind the trigger is what I'll squeeze, your lifeless body on the ground will finally please my need.
My anger is a problem for those around me. They know when I start they don't want to watch, They wish they couldn't see.
Your blood is warm, that's surprising you look pretty cold blooded when you left me by myself. I guess we aren't so different because your blood is red, well shit mine is to.
That makes us the same on the inside… I guess on the outside too, because were both covered in your blood.
Bullets devoured by flesh, go home and smoke a blunt with the smell of your blood during my smoke sesh. I’m fine now all my problems are gone
Published 12th Nov 2014
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