You may find my appearance and demeanor foolish, but it is you who plays the fool.
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For although I am only a student of the victim, I have many, many styles.
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Try my choking style! HWAH!
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--Shaolin Puff'n'Stuff (I have no idea)
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Every time you humoured me,
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you patronized my misery,
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the yesterday's mean nothing now,
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they never mattered anyhow!
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Oh well in hell, we like it well,
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we think it's nice, we think it's swell!
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I've fucked up so many times,
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the more I think, the more I sink...
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Into the drain...
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of pain and misery.
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The sickness of feeling...
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will end someday.
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Often times I wonder why
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there's love and hate, theres live or die.
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When sickness comes I must decide:
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when feelings go, theres suicide.
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Oh well in hell, we like it well,
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we think it's nice, we think it's swell!
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We'll drink a cup of kindness yet,
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in hell we learn but soon forget...
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Hell is life. You must admit this is true...
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But don't take it so serious.
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It ends so soon.
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IN HELL!
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OH WELL!
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In Hell
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Choking Victim |