All these feelings welling up
They made me drink from this cup
The hatred is rising to the top
And this feeling I can't stop
I want to hurt the ****
That did such bad things to me and my loved ones
I want to crunch their bones
And hear their awful moans
I want to bash their heads
I want them to know the dread
I want them to wish they was dead
But I won't let them yet
I want them full of regret
I want to stomp their face in with my boots
Make sure their eyes are nice and loose
And turn their evil brains to juice
And when I'm done you'll find them under the cyprus tree roots
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