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Don't know what I know anymore  
My information skewed like a creaking door
Don't know what to fucking believe,what and who
I'm sick and fucking tired ,trust is not the core
My healed wounds just getting sore
My skin cannot take it anymore
My head is crying,my heart is low
Osama in my sweaty palms, I want to kill them all
Rip my body ,come at me I want a brawl
I want to feel death ,life is grim and evil
Man is the cause , I am the fault
I cannot relate, the pain restrains  
They have a murder rate , and I'm on their list
The fear overwhelms me , I feel it in the depths
Of the sinking ship , I cannot save even myself
Written by JakeBlack (BLACKnBONE)
Published | Edited 5th Aug 2019
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