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What do your demons say to you?
Do you lie, cheat and steal to?
I am a fallen leaf,
no tree wants me, i am a different color now
rotten,
and blowing around
i could easily turn you like me,
kill your mommy and daddy on your sisters birthday when she turns 33.
Come on, you said you wanted a chance, that you were crazy like me
not what you meant?
Be careful what you wish for i guess
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MY FAMILY??????
You asked for it fucker get on your KNEES
Listen to your bones dislocate as i attempt to rip off your arms
I want to feel your teeth shatter as i crush your damn jaw
a crushed pop can is what your throat will be
when i rip out your jugular with my god damn FUCKING TEETH
now back to this fucker on hid knobby knees,
please stop praying to god he cannot save you from me
the devil stole my conscious, my morals, my health
I was born to the sound of the grip reaper ringing his bell
you will never see your family again,
your only hope is a bullet to your head
are you going to do it?
C'mon pick up that gun, i promise you i have been there, and hell is quite fun
Mr. psychiatrist,
Think you can help me beat my disease?
Your patients give all there coping skills to me
They do not work anyway my sweet
I make people immune to the mental chemotherapy
HEY I FORGOT THIS FUCKER IS STILL ON HIS KNEES
fuck lead.
i will use a fine tip pen!!
Maybe the gist will make me feel alive again
Do you lie, cheat and steal to?
I am a fallen leaf,
no tree wants me, i am a different color now
rotten,
and blowing around
i could easily turn you like me,
kill your mommy and daddy on your sisters birthday when she turns 33.
Come on, you said you wanted a chance, that you were crazy like me
not what you meant?
Be careful what you wish for i guess
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MY FAMILY??????
You asked for it fucker get on your KNEES
Listen to your bones dislocate as i attempt to rip off your arms
I want to feel your teeth shatter as i crush your damn jaw
a crushed pop can is what your throat will be
when i rip out your jugular with my god damn FUCKING TEETH
now back to this fucker on hid knobby knees,
please stop praying to god he cannot save you from me
the devil stole my conscious, my morals, my health
I was born to the sound of the grip reaper ringing his bell
you will never see your family again,
your only hope is a bullet to your head
are you going to do it?
C'mon pick up that gun, i promise you i have been there, and hell is quite fun
Mr. psychiatrist,
Think you can help me beat my disease?
Your patients give all there coping skills to me
They do not work anyway my sweet
I make people immune to the mental chemotherapy
HEY I FORGOT THIS FUCKER IS STILL ON HIS KNEES
fuck lead.
i will use a fine tip pen!!
Maybe the gist will make me feel alive again
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