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CHEWING ON NAILS

Why must I hide words behind clenched teeth
When a fist to the fucking face is so simple?
What�s the point of having this freewill
When I have to live as if a fucking cripple?

I will piss away the day
Awash in formaldehyde
I feel so dead already
There�s no Jekyll in my Hyde

It�s time to die again, hate is all I am
But when I bite my tongue
It feels like chewing on nails
I will not bend again, breaking�s all I know
And when I bite my tongue
It�s feels like chewing on nails

I sit on a throne of tragedy
When I feel like shit every fucking day
Faceless fuckers stare in reflections
Keep all your well wishes away from my grave

I touch the taint of decay
Awash in formaldehyde
I feel so fucked already
There�s no Jekyll in my Hyde

It�s time to die again, hate is all I am
But when I bite my tongue
It feels like chewing on nails
I will not bend again, breaking�s all I know
And when I bite my tongue
It�s feels like chewing on nails

talk to me of hell
and i�ll laugh in your face
your notion of suffering
is pitiful in its fate

It�s time to die again, hate is all I am
But when I bite my tongue
It feels like chewing on nails
I will not bend again, breaking�s all I know
And when I bite my tongue
It�s feels like chewing on nails

(c) 2017 Frank Green