EVERYTHING IS WRVNG
CVLD BLVVDED
I will pull and swallow your heart from your chest with my cut hand, You're afraid of the devil, but death is my best friend, So, I made an incision in my arm to shed some blood, I ain't absorb grief, I distribute it, You tell me about a classmate who cut her arm and goes crazy, but I already knew that, She's so suicidal, she'll cut her throat soon, yeah, I HAVE A TATTOO FROM DISHONORED, TO GET AN INFUSION I NEED 7 MORE RUNES, I'M UNPREDICTABLE, NOW I WANT THE TRAPPER'S MASK, I WEAR SUNGLASSES 'CUZ MY EYES ARE BLOODSHOT, I HAVE LIKE HAWK-VISION, I'M NEVER ON AN UNPROFITABLE MISSION, ALL MY VICTIMS DO NOT EVEN HOPE FOR SALVATION, ALL MY ACTIONS LEAD TO MENTAL DESTRUCTION, I ALWAYS LACKED THE SELF-PRESERVATION INSTINCT, I cut my hand for patterns, an' I ain't wan' become weak in a spiritual state, NO REMORSE WILL CHANGE MY FATE... ALL THAT CAN CHANGE MY FATE IS A BLADE... I DO WHATEVER I WANT, AN' YOU ARE A SLAVE OF THE SYSTEM... FUCK ALL YOUR WORDS, I WON'T LISTEN... This grid on my face means nothin', I'm not criminal, ain't handcuff me, Yeah, All my scars are hidden on my hands thanks to my mitts, This whole gloomy style, I can't get rid of it, I am on the floor dying and crawling, HOPE THE DEVIL WILL SAVE ME TILL MORNING... Nothing has changed, all the angels are still fallen, My main goal is money, I'm cheeky as fuck, Madness entered my mind without even knockin', THE BLADE IS MY DRUG... WHY'S BEHIND MY EAR CRUNCHIN' SOMEONE'S BONE??... WHY CAN'T I RUN AWAY AND BE ALONE?... EVERYONE 'ROUND ME CALLS ME A CYBORG... I THINK EVERYTHING IS WRONG...
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