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Life Sentence

You're looking like a man
With your hands on her neck,
I'll give you one last chance
To abandon your breath.
I'm coming for your mind,
And I'm planning your death,
No time for suicide,
It's a life sentence.

You've been condemned,
To pain, to feel my rage estranged,
In every range of ways,
I'll make your brain deranged.

The jury is all out
And their verdict is in,
The gavel's coming down,
Now to crumple your sin.
You're blindly searching eyes
For an ounce of their pity,
But there is none in mine,
Nor in this whole comittee.

You've been condemned,
To pain, to feel my rage estranged,
I'll leave you flayed in ways
That make you stay insane.

You're praying for a chance,
But your order's too large,
It's time for my advance,
Now I'm leading the charge.
Cut you with clean hands
And I'm taking your heart,
The rope was gaining slack,
But you're making it hard.

You've been condemned,
To pain, to feel my rage estranged,
In every range of ways,
I'll make you stay insane.
Written by MrBuchanan
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