Lest the nights Be filled with fright Holding under A broken thunder Live the page Written in rage Hearts scraped Leave them ***** Hatred is my life Purity is my strife
You don't like it when you're wrong Do you? You hate it when I love something Don't you? You miss when you could hold me down Don't you? You're a failure at being a human Did you know that? You are evil I know that.
A gun only holds so many bullets. How long until you run out? How long can you let bullets spiral out towards yourself? Will the last bullet go through your head? Will it be by your hands? Or his?