Delighted rage within my breast,
Mounting pressure on my chest.
Now I'm the addict, by your sin.
Feeding on anger that lives within.
An endless feast; I thrive right so,
On hatred of which I can't let go.
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 7:24 PM UTC
Delighted rage within my breast,
Mounting pressure on my chest.
Now I'm the addict, by your sin.
Feeding on anger that lives within.
An endless feast; I thrive right so,
On hatred of which I can't let go.
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