| I want to kill, to throw against the wall
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| Hole in the glass to feel it all
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| A release to stay insane
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| I want to scream
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| Clenched fist, ground teeth
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| A bad dream, feeling so mean
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| Stumble across my piece
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| Quiver the index, sweat between the skin and the steel
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| All of the sudden it feels so real
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| The bang, the smoke, the blood
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| Jump to the car, start it to the floor and while the engine’s still in a roar
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| slap it it drive
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| And leave behind a trail of anger a path to find
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| I want to scream
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| Clenched fist, ground teeth
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| A bad dream, feeling so mean
|
| Stumble across my piece
|
| Quiver the index, sweat between the skin and the steel
|
| All of the sudden it feels so real
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| The bang, the smoke, the blood
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| I can’t feel my feet but I see em flyin
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| Never hit the ground, rising above
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| Looking down on you, down on the heads of the damned
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| Marching all right through into the crowd
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| I want to scream
|
| Clenched fist, ground teeth
|
| A bad dream, feeling so mean
|
| Stumble across my piece
|
| Quiver the index, sweat between the skin and the steel
|
| All of the sudden it feels so real
|
| The bang, the smoke, the blood
|
| I want to kill, to throw against the wall
|
| Hole in the glass to feel it all
|
| A release to stay insane |