and lacerate With thousand stabs I strike You I hack and mutilate To every drop She's bleeding I laugh and masturbate Your torture is my pleasure I kill and violate
It's the last time i walk through my life blind fueled by this rage trapped in my own mind victim of society pressure gets the best of me faced
My life's changing every single day no way to save myself from decay crashing down, same old story i can't see where this is going it's taking all
Sick and tired can't fucking stand it take a good look at me you like to think that i'm fooling around but you never understand what i'm talking about
I knew i was right this whoel time this feeling back in my head, i'm trying to figure things out, but i dont know why they can't see. DON'T TALK TO
Won't fight back this is a war i can't win torn apart form the demon in my skin greed and hatred inhabit me, control my actions don't want to break
See the deception it's everywhere make no mistake they have disgraced it time after time no matter what price deceits forced in my head it's all
You're getting no where and you think you have the answers to everything, how far are you willing to go, i've had it up to here, don't break your arm
Looking back i realize the broken pieces of yesterday's life, the moments i took for granted, all that mattered adn what was real. Learning from my mistakes
Drop like flies pathetic, meaningless lives flash before our eyes a world where even the strongest die how will i survive? now i know, that it'
Sick and tired can't fucking stand it take a good look at me you like to think that i'm fooling around but you never understand what i'm talking
with the holy words Empty in their hearts can you Exist without Love only in sorrow never saw The sun of life Creation of violation unborn And dead creation
Yo Gotti] Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy) Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya) Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty violating
Chorus: Havoc Yo, parole violating fugitives on the run, son Live by the gun, son, die by the gun, son We can make it happen if we want to Jakes'll
I don't violate Father and the reverend I hope I don't violate Nino, where my nina Hope I don't violate Primo, where my primas Hope I don't violate The
with a spin and a twirl Works all day but she lives for the night She got a thing for the neon lights Violator girl She's the queen of the world Violator
Finally got a ride from some broad down from Santa Fe She was a real go-getter She drawled so sweetly "I think, child, that things'll get better" And
Father and mother divorced as I began the school in hamilton We had the same problem every night with daddy's addiction Violence and drunkeness reigned