LET THE PEOPLE KILL THEMSELVES
LET THE PEOPLE KILL THEMSELVES, THEY DON'T EVEN NEED NO HELP, I WILL SPILL ALL THE ANGER I HELD, IF THERE'S NO ROPE THEY'LL REPLACE IT WITH A BELT, FEED ME LIES ABOUT A BRIGHT FUTURE, THE SECOND TIME I WON'T BELIEVE THIS BULLSHIT, THIS IS NOT LIFE, SO I DON'T CARE IF I LOSE IT, STAB ME IN THE BACK OR SHOOT ME WITH A BULLET, UHHH, I am on my own, I've exhausted all love, I just want to get as far as possible from y'all, Don't even try to make me feel guilty, I didn't hold the lighter 'fore throwing it into the gasoline Fuck your distorted critical thinking, Words just fall from your mouths they've no meaning, My angel went crazy when she saw this, It made her cry, she closed her eyes, burying her face in my shoulder, Her heart tore apart, she felt like it was made by a vulture, LET THE PEOPLE KILL THEMSELVES, THEY DON'T EVEN NEED NO HELP, I WILL SPILL ALL THE ANGER I HELD, IF THERE'S NO ROPE THEY'LL REPLACE IT WITH A BELT I live by my code, Keep the blood always cold, Assess the situation in cold blood, Don't kneel before anyone Keep my Eyesight Always CLEAR, Hide all Weaknesses With FEAR, Remember That the World ain't Always FAIR, HOLD TIGHTLY The masks ON MY FACE THAT I WEAR UHHHH... LET THE PEOPLE KILL THEMSELVES, Life seems to them more boring than death...
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