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Existence Part 1: Advice to a Murderer

Go into the city to hide from the crowds

Escape from the silence; its much much too loud.

Bury your soul in a graveyard of cares

Try not to flinch from the hate in their stares.

You feel you could die, and no-one would know

'Caus you're just an outcast with no place to go.

It's right that you hate that small voice in your brain,

See, that's why you ******* up again and again.

You've ruined your future; what would Mummy say?

It's your mind which they'll judge when it's Judgement Day

Don't wait till then; it's time to die now

Do you think you'll be missed?

You doubt it somehow.

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May 12, 2010
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