| I’m walkin through that building and the building’s brick, the children sick
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| The nuns have sewed up cunts, the priests are walkin with their killin sticks
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| My father’s just a little boy, cryin in his bed
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| My mother’s starin at the brains blown out the back of her father’s head
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| How, hard is it? |
| How hard is it, to trip out in this mess?
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| When my heart has just, my heart has just, been ripped out of my chest
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| «I am not no bitch» I scream; |
| want no part of what this dream
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| Am I really just imagining? |
| Can my eyes trust what I’m seeing?
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| I’m a screwed up human being, being screwed up chewed-up pills
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| Told you not to shoot up Mike, I watched you shoot up shoot up still
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| Told you not to load that gun, watched you shoot that shoot that steel
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| I do not want that in this nightmare, no not that, that’s too for real
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| God I fought you tooth and nail, but you made me go through all of this
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| Now I have to call you just to stop this alcoholic ticks
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| Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick, I’m a tickin timebomb
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| And you could kill a donkey with just half the shit that I’m on
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| It’s time to shut the door on this room right here I’ve had my eye on
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| Let’s move down the hallway further, I can see them raping my mom
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| Back in Catholic school, acid trippin with my tie on
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| The walls inside my house were not the ones to be a fly on
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| My face is looking older, no shoulder to cry on
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| This place is getting colder, I just want a bed to die on
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| I should’ve died much younger, I’m drowning under water
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| Old enough to see my son I was too young to meet my daughter
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| The fetus has a spirit, I hear it from a bassinet
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| That’s empty but I keep lookin at it every time I’m passin it
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| What the fuck you laughin at? |
| Have a little sympathy
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| Some empathy, you bastards always acting uncompassionate
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| I’m baskin in my past, it’s an assassin, this assassin
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| Got my future by the throat, with the butcher knife and slashin it
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| Raw from my emotions now they’re back to take the last of it
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| My childhood was stolen from me, fuck it now I’m trapped in it |