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I sit back and begin to wonder
I fear and laugh for those so brave
This rage inside growing thunder
Anger owns me as a slave
Intoxicating, this drink I hold
With every sip I start to slip
This growing wrath burns so bold
I bite so hard to bite my lip
But then I speak as if I am told
With every slip, I take a sip
And I break this fucking mold
Then my friend you start to see
This rage I have inside of me
That tugs and pulls my sanity
Keeping me from being free
Boiling hot and lashing out
I’ll tell you now what it’s about
I hate my life, I hate to hate
I hate this hate I create
This dark passion I have inside
That I try so hard to hide
I have a thirst, I crave to kill
Up my spine it leaves a chill
All the blood I want to spill
And so bad to make it real
With this knife I hold so near
On my skin I have no fear
I see my veins they are so clear
No goodbyes to you my dear
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