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Slight Of Pen
Untitled 8

Angry inside fucking confide my hate
Of my-self-pouring down the page
This rage, I fucking hate myself

Do it now, know it, how I want to die
Don't tell me fucking suicide ain't right
I know how to fight, my sight is 
More than you can see, believe in me

Sick to the shit bone, alone, stoned
I can't begin to consent that I 
Win, I'm hell-bent I gotta vent

Killing shit inside my head brain cells
Dead, bloody red, problems shed
No way instead

Finding this game insane, I'm lame
Just fucking kill me the same
Can't explain the pain
Send the bullet through the brain