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I guess some kids are just born with tragedy in their blood,.
I try to wash this away,
I wanna cleanse your veins.
I can help you see the light out of your despair.
You tie the rope,
I'll kick the fucking chair.

I feel the malice in my veins.
My heart swells with hatred in your name.
And when you've got nothing to turn black and blue,
You've still got Hell to look forward to.

I will dance on your grave.

When you're blessed with a grave to call your own,
In my mind, you'll be six feet closer to your home.
Your eulogy will be music to my ears,

Black and blue.

I have never really fucking cared
Tie the rope.
I'll kick the fucking chair.
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November 14, 2012


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