| Blood on the floor and my back is up against a wall
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| This is torture I told them I couldn’t hear them when they call
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| It’s the voices I tell you I cannot even form a thought
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| They speak through me before I can even plead my case at all
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| I’m a killer, killer
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| And I do not feel remorse
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| I have tried so many times but in the chaos it gets lost
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| I remember walking down the street I saw them in the dark
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| But I do not remember what happened next when I woke up
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| I was on top of them inside of this house they tried to crawl
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| Then I cut their throat spreading their fucking blood along the walls
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| Then they looked at me as if to ask why I was here at all
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| I said fate is just something we cannot act like we control
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| Then they died, died, died right there in my arms
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| I start to cry, cry, cry because I don’t know the cause
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| Of why I am here in their house with a knife clutched in my palm
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| Stabbing over and over their fucking face without a pause
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| Head hanging down
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| To the floor kick it round
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| Your name tatted on my gums
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| Blood filling up my mouth
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| Violence runs in my family
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| Daddy’s favorite hand me down
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| Look down at my shattered bones
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| Wonder if he would be proud
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| Hold the pain down
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| I am just too weak I let it out
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| Screaming at myself
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| Scaring everybody standing round
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| Anybody staring long
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| Gets an eye gouged out
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| Everybody gather round
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| Gotta choose my second victim now |