Death Will Have Mercy...I Won’t
Say what you need to save your soul
But don’t fuck with me, I’m losing control
I’m so tired of this, so sick of you
My tongue is battered and bruised from all these attitudes...
Like a fetus on the floor,
Like an addict wanting more
Like a sex slave... crying and sore...
I want to smell the violence,
I need to see you bleed,
take me inside your soul and make it weep for me
.... I need to believe
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