| Where did all this begin, my malicious tale
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| So rife with loathing, despair, and revenge
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| Picture this, a home could grow aware
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| Would this explain why I now live in fear?
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| Sometimes the razor’s dull and doesn’t cut enough
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| Sometimes it definitely cuts too much
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| All of this aggression and fury inside me
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| Has seeped into the bones of this old house
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| Year by year, the rage was building up
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| And my short fuse has turned against me now
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| Sometimes the razor’s dull and doesn’t cut enough
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| Sometimes it definitely cuts too much
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| Sometimes the anger doesn’t always manifest
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| Sometimes the anger’s like a hornet’s nest
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| I don’t know how much I can take
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| I simply must get out of this mad house
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| Nowhere to hide, I can’t escape
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| I really think it’s gunning for me now
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| You can’t imagine how I ache to toss a match
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| And burn the whole thing down
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| I pray in time it’s blown away
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| To nothing but a big hole in the ground
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| Would I get an answer if these walls could talk?
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| Would they explain why they now want me dead?
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| Was it me? |
| Am I a wicked man?
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| Was this monster born of my own two hands?
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| Some days it’s tame, doesn’t spill too much blood
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| Some days it’s crazed and can never get enough
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| Some days it’s still like the calm before a storm
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| Some days I wish I was never born
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| I don’t know how much I can take
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| I simply must get out of this mad house
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| Nowhere to hide, I can’t escape
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| I really think it’s gunning for me now
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| You can’t imagine how I ache to toss a match
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| And burn the whole thing down
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| I pray in time it’s blown away
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| To nothing but a big hole in the ground
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| It’s grown hungry, rather famished
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| Smelling blood and turning savage
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| Now it’s learning, forming habits
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| Sentient and wreaking havoc
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| It is growing, gaining traction
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| Can’t give up, I must take action
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| It is scheming, gaining reason
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| Making plans, becoming brazen
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| It is living in existence
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| Cognizant without a conscience
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| Shaping tactics without lenience
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| Setting traps to restore balance now
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| Get me out of this mad house
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| I’ll die in this mad house |