anti-me
©poeta mors
| Rip out your heart
and laugh at the pain Kill your conscience and smirk once again the tear of that smile and throw it away erase that twinkle, in your eye it can't stay |
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| Fuck with the devil
give him your soul run straight for hell, make it your goal Do all the wrong things and ruin your life take your hand and place it down on the knife |
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| Burn all the
bridges you’re stuck where you are and if you have fun you won't get very far jump off the mountains and crash on the ground and make sure your loved ones hear that sound |
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| Make sure they feel
the pain that you felt make sure they play with the hand you were dealt make them be sorry but don't give a shit laugh in their faces cause they don't get it |
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| Give into
temptation, there is nothing worse laugh at the cars who drive behind a hearse scare little children with a mere look burn the bible, that precious holy book |
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| And then when you’re
finished look in the mirror because then death in you is that much nearer now you've fucked up bad you're going to hell and just think, it's from heaven that you fell. |