| There is nothing on the inside
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| A well of emptiness and pain
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| So totally alone he waits
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| The rabid dog will have it’s day
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| Revenge is sweet
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| Retribution bought with a gun
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| Despised and reviled
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| Rejection relived within
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| The beast of hatred born inside
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| Distorted, disfigured hero’s scream
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| Shattering the silence
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| Never surrender, never peace
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| Source bought with blood
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| Silence the screams with a hail of lead
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| Vent aggression on the young and pure
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| There’s so alive, but soon to be no more
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| Burn loving home to ashen shell
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| Teach the world to know his hell
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| No more question, no more rules or cause
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| Pathetic crying ends
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| Wallowing in misery
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| Stalk the streets of youth
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| Forbidden memories of soul starvation
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| Blast away familiar sights
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| Erase the sleeping past
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| Control
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| Cannot stem the angry tide
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| Crushed by hatred’s weight
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| There’s sorrow for those who have died
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| Random lives to obviate
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| Revenge is sweet
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| Retribution bought with a gun
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| Solace bought with blood
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| Silence the screams with a hail of lead
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| Bullet enters mindless brain
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| You die as you deserve
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| Pathetic f**k on a pool of blood
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| Expires alone in despair
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| You’ll see the world will have it’s revenge
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| Fate’s blackened smile
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| A world of pain to balance the scales
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| For you who’s walked anarchy’s mile |