TRUE MASK
I'm so grateful to nature for makin' me cold-blooded, I'm not afraid of torture it's a passion to be honest, But I live on and wear masks often, Without 'em, I would have been killed at school age, So here is how, I don't know Who I'd be without cold blood, But fuck it, I guess, I ACCEPT WHAT I AM, I DO NOT HAVE TO REJECT MY REAL SELF I'd to create a different personality to deal with all the pain, It will take a lot of time and nerves to heal all wounds, insane I'm about to kill this life my senses telling me it's happenin' again, I cannot make up n' decide if I live this life for anythin' or in vain I wonder why it made me a psychopath, When someone dies bleeding I walk past, Sometimes I regret I was made this way and then I'm so sad, I can only imagine 'nother life with my eyes closed, bad, When I'm angry I can kill, I regret that I can't feel, For all the pain and blood that spilled, I will never feel no guilt... I don't exclude the possibility that this could all be a dream, And all the blood and all the cruelty 'round me really just seems, And when I'm rude or seem like an psycho, then I just needa blow off some steam, This may sound funny but it's true I still wake up in a cold sweat from some dreams...
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