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IN MY MIND'S EYE ...
YOU THROW WICKEDNESS AT ME.

I'M JUST A TOY TO YOU.
I BRING NO REAL JOY TO YOU ...

THE WAY I SEE IT:

YOU DON'T WANT ME HERE, NO MORE
YOU WANT A BULLET IN MY FOREHEAD,
& BLOOD POURING ON THE FLOOR.

'CAUSE I'M SO DIRTY ...

********' DIRTY & SHODDY,
I WANT A PART OF THIS BODY,
THAT'S HATED BY EVERY BODY.

SOMETIMES I DON'T KNOW WHY.
I CAN TELL YOU TO TRY ...

IT'S SO MUCH EASIER TO DIE,
THAN TO GET BY.

AND TO GET BY ...


I DON'T WANNA OPEN MY MOUTH,
DON'T WANNA LEAVE MY HOUSE.

I DON'T WANNA ******** s**t UP,
DON'T WANNA ********' GET UP.

I DON'T WANNA TURN MY FAITH,
I WANNA BURN AT STAKES.

I DON'T WANNA BUILD MY LIFE,
JUST WANT TO BLOODY MY KNIFE.

I DON'T WANNA TRY TO CHANGE,
JUST WANNA FRY MY BRAINS.

I DON'T WANNA SLOW s**t DOWN,
I WANNA THROW s**t DOWN.

DON'T WANNA GO NOWHERE,
DON'T WANT NONE TO CARE.

I DON'T WANNA BE A CRACKHEAD,
I'D RATHER BE A CRACKHEAD.

I DON'T WANNA TALK TO YOU,
I'M ********' STALKING YOU.

I DON'T WANNA EVEN TRY ...
TO GET BY.




THESE ARE NOT MY WORDS ...
I JUST LIKE THEM.
I COULD RELATE TO THEM ONCE.