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Jan 2016
Let me explain how it works
You see I grew up in a world of no love
A deep seated hate for things that matter
No I don't hold anyone above

Collecting dead animals when I was young
Yeah the kid on the block
The unhinged one
No friends to call no smiles to give
Just hiding myself in dark twisted grief

They call me strange maybe even evil
But we all have a dark side just mine prevails
I feed of the fear that grows inside
Normal folk well they wanna hide

If you ask the right questions feed my ego
Maybe I'll tell you
But many a dark night I've dreamed of hell
I see that place is my place to dwell

Don't try to convert me or make me better
It's in my blood
I follow to the letter
There's something wonderful about
The game
I accept my life and all the fame
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