| Apathy raised upon childhood, Social skills erased
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| Automaticly blocking of any contact, Eomtions numbed
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| The anger grows within me…
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| I’m a walking human time bomb
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| Adrenaline thrusting in my blood flow
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| Morals collapse… Barriers fade as I take control…
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| With the first blow of the hammer, My mind’s unblocked
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| Feelings I only dreamt of having, A psychic extacy
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| Murder becoming my sole comfort, Regressed for so long
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| Your body, my canvas of exploration, My playground of pus
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| Becoming, A self made god, a tool moulded by society
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| A — a nemesis of man, The emotions of which I’m fuelled
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| Result of social abuse, murder takes control
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| Another death ensued, another asshole entombed
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| With the first blow of the hammer, My mind’s unblocked
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| Feelings I only dreamt of having, A psychic extacy
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| Murder becoming my sole comfort, Regressed for so long
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| Your body, my canvas of exploration, My playground of pus
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| Again I hack |