

FrustrationThe frustration scratches at the back of my head, My anger craves to see everyone dead,Frustration
This uncontrollable feeling, This burning rage, It shoots through me, My minds a cage,
I want more, I want less, I'm so unsure, I'm such a mess,
It drives me crazy, It makes me calm, I beg for mercy, I hum a psalm,
Nightmares are pleasent, Depression is great, Sanities absence, It's already too late...
I can't take this, I want it gone, When can I just remiss it, When will it finally be
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it's 3:18, Mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen.
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Its about Michael
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Dark as pitch - Dawn spreads light...
Dark as dead - Dawn expires graves...
Dark withers - Dawn freshness wears...
Dark un-paths - Dawn re-strides....
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