I WILL NEVER BE CALM
I missed so many calendar numbers without knowin' how much time has passed since the last kill, Uh, yeah, I worked for years, I knew that I would not quickly learn the skill of professional maniacs, Bruh, yeah, The ability of the assassin I have studied to the maximum, I only killed those who were scum, Fuck scums, The blood doesn't have time to cool, as I am already covered in blood again, I'm not crazy, I'm just playin' with a knife, Justice is all I wanted to achieve with murders, but not fame, No one will cut my line of thought, I am out of control, Why should I be someone's puppet? The back is full of scars from knives that false friends inserted into me, Why should someone break my path to a brighter future? THE FLOOR IS FILLED WITH BROKEN GLASS, I GOT REALLY FAST A LOT OF CUTS, SHARDS PIERCED MY LEG TO THE BONE, I'M SO NUMB, I GET FALSE FUN, I'M CHOKIN' ON MY OWN BLOOD, AN' I CAN'T EVEN CALL THE PHONE, I CAN'T MOVE, I'M STUNNED, I WONDER IF I REALLY DIE FROM BLEEDING ALONE... Death doesn't scare me... I still laugh in her face... Nobody has time to save me... I will die anyway... I'm empty, I've no trump card in my sleeve... I will never change, uh Stop makin' a path to change me, it's useless, You know that for myself I'MMA HATER, I know that YOU'RE MY HATE MAKER, I KNOW THAT I'M THE OWNER OF MY FATE, I WON'T TAKE IT INTO MY HANDS TOO LATE, IF MY LIFE BEGINS TO CRUMBLE, I RECREATE IT, I'LL BUILD IT FROM THE VERY FOUNDATION, YEAHH... I WILL NEVER CALM...
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