MIDNIGHT
Why do I wake up every night in a cold sweat? A piece of glass in my skin, I still hold it, I would choose the outcome of events where I would live in peace, I'm still crawlin' 'cause of a shard in my knee, Life makes you cry, even if it's beautiful, Life will be bored with wealth to a bare skull, All my actions are cruel, I ain't care about others, what I want, THEN I DO, What's the matter to everyone in what DIRECTION AM I MOVIN'? This is my life, BITCH, BUT NOT YOURS... You see, I’m my own master, and it destroys me. I am out of control and do what kills me and harms others. Midnight is just a signal by which I go hunting. Hunting is my peculiar concept. Simply put, I'm becoming a maniac. I'mma simple beast... HAHA Open my closet an' see a bunch of weapons, It seems to me that my feelings are dead now, If my feelings die they won't be reborn, I don't need a hypocritical sad love, Every midnight I break kill records, I got money and get growth, From life I received a kinda reward, They think I'mma poser, and life doesn't hurt, They don’t know the cause of my bleedin' scars, Everybody call me cursed, In my pocket I always have a wallet, NOBODY WILL QUENCH MY HUNGER AT NIGHT...
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