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Battered

The rights to my life have been revoked I'll wrap this hate around your neck and make you choke Is this a fucking joke? Spit on and lied to My hope and well-being is six feet deep Pull back the hammer Freedom to my cancer In this place honesty is a my...

Dread

I can't help but hate my fucking self I'd do anything to escape this hell Robbed of my innocence Robbed fucking blind I gave up everything just to be left behind What did I do to deserve a life like this I sit silently, waiting for my thoughts to convi...

Grudge

Spiraling downward in this dismal eternity Safety forever we seek This dried up existence is bleek (x2) Forget family Forget trust Your home is a fucking sinkhole fueled by selfish whores and lust Bow to the executioner He's come to set you free He'...

Loathe

Maggots live under my skin and only I can see I feel them crawling and eating in my flesh The unmistakable feeling of death Festering in a lonely world as anxiety (Kyle) Rips apart my mind Look at what you've done to me What you've turned me into A on...

Odium

I will show you a fucking monster Mentally unstable and emotionally disabled Peaking through the fog of lies I see your eyes and they're full of deception Don't think that I don't know you've made me a victim A simple bullet in my head will relieve me of...

Parasitic

Child's blood flows, ripped from the womb Too young to tell, a life spent drowned in a flesh ridden cell Conceived out of hate, it isn't hard to tell Spawned from a distant, sadistic fuck That swept my potential, under the rug Death, it calls my name, step ins...

Spite

What exactly do you think you're looking for? What do you think this shit hole has to offer you? Spend your days rotting from the inside out Such a revolting mess The emptiness you feel is what makes you human We are all empty and we will die empty We...

Torn

Racing violent thoughts have always gotten the best of me Fantasizing about my fingers wrapped around your fragile throat I want to watch the life leave your eyes Creeping slowly in through your window My eyes rest upon your still, sleeping body (Dylan...