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Open Wound's
written by Khaotic08:58 PM 4/6/05do you wish to see my open wounds i eat from them confronted by you
its not wrong to eat from your wounds broken pieces of flesh so tastey
nothing can go wrong now even if people hate me f**k them all..
a worm enters my mind and i hear alot of noises and i make alot of hate
people hate the way i sound people dress the way they find how to
il tell you what you sound like a dead person cant ever be yourself
everyone in this life can f**k there life up listening to everyone
makes you insane it makes want to make some hate dont understand me
i am what you cant see the guru of the abandoned come on play a game
with me come today see your friends died scratch my wounds out..i wasnt
meant to be alive but today i f**k your mind all up again time to eat
from my wounds feel the joy of my blood rushing to your mind...
pull your guns away im already shot up all inside my reality is gone
so il take you down and destroy you to devouring your own mind my fate
skilled to be denied by the whole world im not suppose to live again
skilled in hearing voices in my mind all up in my head am i only one
that uses the brain but you say you can do it but you never cant do it |
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