I turned to hate through fucking pain
Fear and panic scraped off my brain
Get the barrel, strike the match
What a wonderful world, yeah well fucking said
How can silence be so loud
I can't breathe, constantly
grasping the edge as something's got my neck
This time I won't look back
These wishes of non existence
hold me in rusted chains
Another day, another fucking
strain of pain
Kerosene never smelled so inviting
Drop
This must be fate
another mistake
I guess I should've known
Closed my eyes and saw the headlights
This is way past fucking due
Standing, waiting, paralyzed
I don't recall the last time I felt alive
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