My corpse is painted, full coverage of red How can a body be alive while the soul is dead? Words, words are knives that aims to ****
Killing is no fun without suffering Pleasure grows when pain last longer Break the victim slowly Just one at a time and don't forget to help them up Bring them hope and see them stand up to their knees Now, time to throw more knives until they fall Let the crumbling hope be their last straw
Do you feel more pleasure? Watching the hope crumbles as life disappear
In martyrdom I suffer Yes, such idiocracy still exist While my identity is gone no more hope for this unknown entity But in the same fate, you should not fall.
Dum dum dum The dreaded sound of drum is gone.
I'd like to remind everyone that verbal abuse is real and it affects a person's mental health. Let us fight it.