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It Control's
written by Khaotic08:53 PM 4/6/05hating something that isnt even there thats what you are can you ever see what
i mean i never meant to frustrate you can you always be insane that way you see
things the other way be this way always never see what i say always be this way
broken away flocked by the spectators crossed through your mind whats lurking
truely in your mind left with hating this way is it really wrong to be judge by
your own thoughts of your hate what more thinks you can judge from something
you havent seen always have to be mean yet you burry yourself inside your own
pit the lies you said the things you had what makes you think your better where
does this leads us where does this leads us into the pit of hate dragged and
burryed inside is what we are generated us into the pit everyone comes to see
whats happend everyone just left from us locked up inside i feel you are what
gave unto me this hate and pain caused me to grow into rage why wont you give
up and join me so how do you like it this way did you already became insane
because you will be this way f**k you im better then you this way you arent
what gave unto me always been insane always feel your darts thrown my way can
you feel it when i bring them back your way one day i will make you give up and
come on to me you will end up insane my way take back what you threw at me or
else you will be down on the ground before you get up and hit me you wont win
or else i let you win you will go insane before you become what you wanted i
wont be what you want i wont live the way you told me insane is what i feel
f**k what you gave this sickness to me get back before you get down before you
hit me did you think i believed your words you arent my friend you are ugly
then the demons you made you tried to rip my heart apart i wont dissapear you
will die this way it will rip your brains apart feel it vibrating and crunching
inside your brainwaves become your only protection outside you will be ugly you
made my fame can you feel your own hate reverse it makes you ugly can you hear
them laugh at your own pain yet its all too late for you never been will be
consumed inside the pain burrys you soon it embraces you can you feel it insult
you controlling your last movements you feel it create your own path for you
caving in it will goto far deep inside |
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