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Murder Is Pain Is Game
written by Khaotic09:10 PM 4/6/05i tried to be honest but its not meant to be honestly
whats to good about being honest, honestly something
broke in my reality now the memories of your hate
everything i wanted now screwed everything i hate
will now die you piece of shit will be messed up again
lookin at my heart blackened by those who walk near me
and make f*ckin lies about me f*ckin people live your life
and let me kill mying, something i wanted to do is murder you
my wish is dead within my reality my hopes dead within now
time to die, better pray to get out of here what can you do
i have the gun this time, you f*cked up f*cker il kill you
feeling burried down into my hate it woke me up and i kill
nothing left for me something to kill, nothing left for me
something to kill, feeling so real seeing my life bleed in you
keep wishing your wishs fail my hatered will fall come around
your alone the darkness controls your mind can you see through me
or is the pain controling you already keep wishing it will fail
noone to save you your life will be devoured you are empty inside
such a diseased animal you feel like as i eat away your mind
dont you feel hurt inside can you feel hell inside its eating you
you cant get out of this torment this time the madness controls you
you wont be the same, il be the same, you wont the be the same
you dirty f*ckin whore, you dirty whore you wont get out alive
you dirty f*ckin whore, you dirty whore you wont get out alive
i wont let it, i wont let you, i wont let it, i wont let you get out
you fuckin whore dont you feel dead inside can you feel it burn
do you want out of your torment the pain consuming you... |
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