I'm running out of patience
Running out of hope
The last thing that I need is
To be hanged by a rope.

i always approach new people
everyone thinks i'm just that social
but i'm actually just scared of boredom

Your words are like the tail of a scorpion,
Your deeds like the fangs of a snake,
Your touch like the sting of a bullet ant,
Your presence like being surrounded by hellfire.

You're satan's little helper.

Has your blood ever boiled
and burned the handle of your sanity?