THE PURSUIT
Hear the sounds behind me, I WILL KILL ALL THOSE WHO RUN AFTER ME, I'LL NOT REWIND IT, NO COP WILL FIND ME, ALL THE DEMONS WERE CHASIN' ME, NO ONE WILL HUMILIATE ME MORE LIKE VOICES OF SCHIZOPHRENIA, Every day my heart is gettin' colder, Are you tellin' me to be softer? No bitch will make my heart hotter, I am indifferent to everythin', no one bothers me except voices from the head, This is only the beginnin' of my life story, BUT YOU'RE ALREADY SCARED... I'm tryin' to get away from all the silhouettes that my head invented, THEY'RE ALWAYS AT THE SAME DISTANCE, THE DEVIL HAS ALREADY PRESCRIBED ME A DEATH SENTENCE, The fact that I'll survive - 40 percent chance, I'M RUNNIN' WHILE I'M SHORT OF BREATH, FATIGUE ABSORBS MY WHOLE BODY, THERE IS NO EVIDENCE THAT I WAS ROBBIN', I KNOW THAT FOR YOU I'M JUST CRAZY AND MEAN NOTHIN' TO YOU, OH, DO YOU WANT TO HIT ME? I WORK ON THE PRINCIPLE OF VOODOO DOLLS, I STILL KEEP RUNNING FROM THE DEMONS, THEY WILL RIP MY HEART OUT, I RUN FOR ONE OR TWO HOURS, MY HEARTBEAT SPEEDS UP EVERY SECOND, I'LL NOT GET RID OF DEMONS, THEY ARE TAKEN FROM MY HEAD... CUT OFF ONE HEAD - IN ITS PLACE TWO HEADS WILL GROW, 'CUZ OF THE SHACKLES ON MY LEGS I'M SLOW, I LEFT MY WIFE 'CAUSE SHE WAS USED TO THE CONSTANT SCANDAL, FOR MY HEART, SUCH A LIFESTYLE WAS FATAL, ALL HER TEARS WERE POURED INTO A BOTTLE, FOR HER, MY LIFE STYLE WAS JUST AWFUL, I BECAME AN INFORMAL, IF I WEREN'T CRUEL, THEY WOULD HAVE KILLED ME BY THROWING WITH COBBLESTONES, MY KNEES REMAIN FRAGILE TO THIS DAY, LIKE A PATIENCE OF PAIN... What the fuck are the demons still huntin' for me?... They are ready to pierce my hearts through... I will walk in black as if I have mournin'... Demons wanna pierce my heart and pour all the blood out of it... They want me to die from bleedin'...
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
Good one.
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