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Brutality been building up Cutting through the marrow Feels like pork, penny flavored High tension cord, aroma savored Laced with liquid hydrocodone World fades to black as the cleaver falls (As the cleaver falls) As the cleaver falls! Spoken like a true warrior, you scheme Despise it, revised it like a million times, it Hurts to think that if it were tangible I would probably just **** it to death Scared to let myself get a handle On the last human feelings I have left She was a no one, a ghost Her family left her in her glory days Tell me, would you even have known If I chose to keep it hidden away? White lines on roadsides Up my ******* nose again I could **** it twice This feeling I feel in the end Every **** time I feel the cleaver fall It's the whole night over again A twisted groundhog day forever Been runnin' since the very first ****** It's been building up The brutality And I can finally feel the release Of the fatality I'm balancing Between the oncoming Traffic They'll say it was tragic But not for me Because I wanted to ******* end it A shallow grave beckoning Her bones like excellency The eel in the cold pit Slippery like new cement Slow descent No incentive To respect the dead Feeling the bile rise Letting it coat her insides The smell like hospitals After a travesty If I could put it in to words I would just **** it red Or beat it until my knuckles bled And I know that if I find some help I would satisfy The sickest parts of me So who the **** is next? Don't ask me for my number, kid. Kiss your mama goodbye
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 1:50 AM UTC
Butchery
Brutality been building up Cutting through the marrow Feels like pork, penny flavored High tension cord, aroma savored Laced with liquid hydrocodone World fades to black as the cleaver falls (As the cleaver falls) As the cleaver falls! Spoken like a true warrior, you scheme Despise it, revised it like a million times, it Hurts to think that if it were tangible I would probably just **** it to death Scared to let myself get a handle On the last human feelings I have left She was a no one, a ghost Her family left her in her glory days Tell me, would you even have known If I chose to keep it hidden away? White lines on roadsides Up my ******* nose again I could **** it twice This feeling I feel in the end Every **** time I feel the cleaver fall It's the whole night over again A twisted groundhog day forever Been runnin' since the very first ****** It's been building up The brutality And I can finally feel the release Of the fatality I'm balancing Between the oncoming Traffic They'll say it was tragic But not for me Because I wanted to ******* end it A shallow grave beckoning Her bones like excellency The eel in the cold pit Slippery like new cement Slow descent No incentive To respect the dead Feeling the bile rise Letting it coat her insides The smell like hospitals After a travesty If I could put it in to words I would just **** it red Or beat it until my knuckles bled And I know that if I find some help I would satisfy The sickest parts of me So who the **** is next? Don't ask me for my number, kid. Kiss your mama goodbye
ryan-bowdish
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 1:50 AM UTC
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