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I want to kill, to throw against the wall |
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Hole in the glass to feel it all |
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A release to stay insane |
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I want to scream |
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Clenched fist, ground teeth |
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A bad dream, feeling so mean |
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Stumble across my piece |
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Quiver the index, sweat between the skin and the steel |
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All of the sudden it feels so real |
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The bang, the smoke, the blood |
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Jump to the car, start it to the floor and while the engine's still in a roar slap it it drive |
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And leave behind a trail of anger a path to find |
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I want to scream |
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Clenched fist, ground teeth |
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A bad dream, feeling so mean |
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Stumble across my piece |
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Quiver the index, sweat between the skin and the steel |
|
All of the sudden it feels so real |
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The bang, the smoke, the blood |
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I can't feel my feet but |
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I see em flyin |
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Never hit the ground, rising above |
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Looking down on you, down on the heads of the damned |
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Marching all right through into the crowd |
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I want to scream |
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Clenched fist, ground teeth |
|
A bad dream, feeling so mean |
|
Stumble across my piece |
|
Quiver the index, sweat between the skin and the steel |
|
All of the sudden it feels so real |
|
The bang, the smoke, the blood |
|
I want to kill, to throw against the wall |
|
Hole in the glass to feel it all |
|
A release to stay insane |
