ALWAYS THINK TWICE
I'M THE ONE WHO KILLED THAT BITCH AT NIGHT, I'M THE ONE WHO ROLLED HER NECK, I LEFT BRUISES AS A SIGN THAT I WAS THERE, YOU SAY THAT I SHOULD THINK TWICE, BUT I DON’T TAKE ADVICE, I'M THE VILLAIN WHO BRINGS DEATH, I TRYNA HAVE AND NOT LOSE WHAT IS DEAR TO ME, FOR EXAMPLE, MY SOUL, BUT THE BRUTALITY INSIDE IS STRONGER, A SIGN OF THIS IS NOSEBLEED, THE BEAST NEEDS TO FIGHT OFF HUNGER, RESISTANCES BRING ME THE SOUL BLEEDIN', MY SOUL IS BLACKER THAN IT WAS 'FORE, I'M LOSING MY FEELINGS, My soul is torn... MY SOUL IS TORN... I broke so many lives, And these lives are ready to break mine, Peace and harmony is what I tryna achieve and strive for, But the result of kindness is darkness and the ice core, Soon I'll break down and become a monster due to injustice, ALWAYS CHECK EVERY STEP YOU TAKE, AND ALWAYS THINK TWICE, ONLY THEN YOU WILL RISE I'LL CATCH YOU NUMB AND KILL YOU, I TOLD YOU TO RUN AWAY FROM ME, BUT NOW THERE IS NO WAY OUT, I DON'T CARE FOR YOUR MISERABLE LIFE, IT'LL BLEED LIKE YOUR BODY WITH A STABBED KNIFE, YOU WANTED TO SAVE ME, BUT YOUR INSTINCT FOR HELP WILL KILL YOU...
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