sometimes
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I wake up in the middle of the
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night
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voices in my head trying to
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ignite
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the burning hate that's driving me
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insane
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grabs my mind and strikes my soul with
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pain
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covered in sweat
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stomach upset
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no more sleep
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cum on the sheet
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slimy excrete
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sometimes
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I just cut my skin to gain
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relief
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shed my blood to wash away the
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grief
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scribe inverted crosses on my
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chest
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then I purge my bowels and I get
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dressed
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start out to school
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wrathful and cruel
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no more grace
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snatched up from
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rotten.com
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put on my trench coat and grab my father's gun
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a sawed-off rifle is a guaranty for fun
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a king-sized box of ammunition 'cause I'm smart
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I won't run out of bullets when the party starts
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class has begun as I am entering the room
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before the teacher starts to bitch I perforate her womb
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her torn up innards make a nasty smacking sound
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as they spout around my face and hit the classroom's ground
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the air is filled with smoke, dead bodies adorn the floor
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horrified teenagers are pushing to the door
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I pump a bullet into every single head
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But I won't go to jail and kill myself instead
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School's Out Forever
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| Pungent Stench |
