| I’m at the end of my rope
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| Life seems so clear
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| Noose securely fastened
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| As death draws near
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| Kick the chair from under
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| My shaking feet
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| Instantly regretting
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| My heart skips a beat
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| I feel my neck snap
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| I hear my spine crack
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| I’m convinced I’m dead
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| You took everything
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| Away right from me
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| Filled my life with dread
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| Alive, I had expected to die
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| Survive, as my own death was denied
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| Revive, all of my hatred towards you
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| Arrive, at th decision to kill
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| Alive, I had expcted to die
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| Survive, as my own death was denied
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| Revive, all of my hatred towards you
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| Arrive, at the decision to kill
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| The beam in the basement
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| Couldn’t hold my weight
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| Now I have a second chance at death
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| Except it will be you now
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| Hanging by a rope
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| I rise up to plan your demise
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| Methodically I’m stalking every one of your moves, learning your routine
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| Maniacally I enter into your basement
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| Searching for a sturdy beam
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| Entering your home unsuspecting
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| I reveal myself to you
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| Violently I punch the back of your head
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| You’re unconscious for me now
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| Screaming, when you awake to realize
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| Pleading, and begging to not fucking die
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| Bleeding, cuz the noose is tied too tight
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| Your terror gives me life
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| Screaming, when you awake to realize
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| Pleading, and begging to not fucking die
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| Bleeding, cuz the noose is tied too tight
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| I kick the chair from under you
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| The face of air hunger
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| Looks good on you
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| Contorted as you hang
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| Hands grasping at your throat
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| Vomit as you suffer
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| I cannot unsee
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| What you’ve done to me
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| You’re death gives me peace
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| Grinning as I watch you die
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| I cannot unsee
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| What you’ve done to me
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| You’re death gives me peace
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| Grinning as I watch you die
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| Grasping at the beam for life
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| Regretting all the shit you’ve done
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| Forced to pay by being hung dead
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| Dead, you sway back and forth
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| Lifeless limp and still
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| Done, I’m now satisfied
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| That I could kill you
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| I can live again now
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| Knowing you’re deceased
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| But my appetite to kill has increased |