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Ambiguous grunge song.

**** on my hands

Feet steeped in dirt

My back pains to stand

My raw **** begins to hurt

 

Excuse my vulgarity as it is not my intent

Excuse my anger as it tends to become violent

Excuse yourself for your ignorance and malice

Excuse my voice, if you want quiet crazy go ask Alice

 

Watch my face as I start to grin

It kinda ***** to watch you win

 

My aggression teaches lesson

My death is all that is left

 

Watch the water as it turns black

Black as my soul

Black as coal

 

My sin is your deliverance

My goal is your difference

 

Can't you see how blind I am?

Cant you feel how hurt I am?

Wash the blood of of my hand

Wish you luck I don't give a ****

 

Can you people guess my direction?

It has become hard to maintain ********

The voices blend into a shout

Hard for me to figure it out.

 

If you want sleep

Don't be a creep

For your soul will weep

For your eyes will start to bleed.

 

I can hope you decipher my message

If not well **** my guesses

Of your thoughts and intentions

All apologies of which I speak

Can't help when my eyes don't blink

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david-walker
American
Published
Aug 3, 2013
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