trippin,fuck it, the only heads i cant go, im goin down to the cella tokin on the smoke,i got this pain in my heart to my suprise,but im the killa im invisible to ya eyes, high intenceity dischage, satanic cannablistic motha fucka at large,runnin rapid bloodstains and brain cells good or bad up or down heads or tails mind swells with pollution and drug abuse retro horror music yo i gets loose kill myself to live but i live to kill got the cross on my heart so i guess i will who am i but then again who are you who can explane all the things i do death is calling i here the voice suicides the key theres no other choice
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parnoid fuck it expains my sentence to death but after that its nothin left post mordom my bodys numb im roamin by black shadows pass over graves and dark mantals the wispers hear them off walls i can here them comin motha fucka want me dead but i anit did nothin deep thoughts and im greeve struck biograghy horror feels you cant fuck with me bloodstains my visions gone a grave walk my mind chit-chats with my concence call it small talk cut me loose from this maddness i cant take it the spirts told me hang in i cant make it sands drippin from the hourglass i wait to shake wether to change my mind escape from the unknown thoughts givin to me somebody put me out my misery
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