| With this skin I shed a meaningless fast pace life. Time for the child to die> Time for the reasons to rise> Never let it be seen> Never lose the right> Here I am, part of the lot in which have braught disrespect, ill repressed, fucking anger> Minus this, subtract the time it takes for me to react, add the remainder inside of the axe. Caress the screaming death you saw first, believe in what you see, study what you heard, find out if it will over turn the earth. The Birth of reconsile, the demise of a draining memory which means nothing, maybe if you had faith in something you wouldn't lack a direction, seek out a connection, instead you can't find correction> I'll correct you with a question, protect my rights with a strong desire to press on, press the pressure onto you, press the issue into the subject, conduct a new product to control your over all conduct. With this skin I shed, Iv opened the broken door, and its time to show you that Iv bled my fair share. Iv had less than innocent pain, Iv caused more than a violent reign, its not over until we're all dead, and I can't wake the peace inside my head> The battle is never over> Its not my war, its yours. its not your war> its mine. I HAVE TO FIGHT! ITS MY RIGHT! TO STAND IN THE BLACK SPOTLIGHT, SHADED, SHADOWED OVER LOOKED, OVERCAST, OUTCAST OUTLOOK, YOU BROOK, THE TRANSGRESSION THIS BRINGS MY AGRESSION. I THOUGHT YOU WERE ALL ABOUT REGRESSION> WITH THIS SKIN I SHED! INSIDE MY HEAD! IT'LL WAKE UP! AND MAKE A NEW PLACE TO TAKE UP! KEEP IT, TEST IT! MAKE SURE TO GET RID OF THE PEST IT IS! THE HEART BEATING IN MY CHEST! WAITING FOR THE BEST! OPPERTUNITY! to turn out, and create its own COMUNITY! INSIDE! OF THIS MAJESTIC JOKE PLACED INSIDE OF A CAVERN RESTING IN THE WASTE LAND OF BLOOD SHED! MY SKIN HAS BEEN SHED! |
