And if it's murder she wrote she must have spelled it all wrong because I didn't even choke. And now I'm holding my breath until the day of my death because you're twisting everything that I said. I didn't mean to offend but I guess I'm just the bad guy in the end. Vicious, malicious victims of shit situations. Intentions of vengeance now live in detention centres run by the system. Making incisions on their wrists from these bad decisions. It's suspicious that the witness gives this the title of sickness. Recreation outrage, the dilemma of this age. It eats you inside when you hide away this pain. Now watch the rabbit take itself off the rails while we're protecting the tortoise that taught itself not to fail and if it's murder she wrote she must have spelled it all wrong because I didn't even choke. And now I'm holding my breath until the day of my death because you're twisting everything that I said. I didn't mean to offend but I guess I'm just the bad guy in the end. Galloping heaps of the voices that squeal. Lipstick stains still remain where you kneel. Yo, it's no joke. It's the art of the ego stroke. Fuck your feelings and fuck what you wrote. Evil lies in the minds of a reversed cycle. We could share ideas that you don't want to hear. This is my world. You just live in it. Stop trying to tell me what the limit is.
( DREGG )
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