Question myself till I bleed Will I live to spoil another day The answers lost in mud I wont if it goes on this way And what if you discovered that I could not give a fuck Would you crumble, start to fall Just like I have a hundred times before Blacken my face Distort my features Ill be noone soon I was told to bank on 70 22s been hard enough Search for a space to hide in The life I haves too much Feebleminded, fickle and worthless Sickened by my blind incompetence Cant even pay the rent And I cant see a way out Blacken my face Distort my features alone on my own I fight but I will not win I have been wrong misled and now I feel dead Put in goal for the millionth time Not a scratch on anyone else Fuck you cant even erase my self I dont want to be here living with fear So whilst I hunt for the exit keep the fuck out of my way And you should know by now no one fucking hurts you like you hurt yourself Submission hold around my throat Father, son and holy goat
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