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I'm sick of you burning my fucking eyes,

With these pain-inflicted tears,

I'm digging my nails into my flesh,

And ripping off my ears,

So as to silence the screams,

Ringing in my brain,

I want you to feel the hatred I have for you,

Slice you - watch the blood drain.

And as it trickles down your neck,

Think of me with your last breath,

You'll feel powerful one last time,

In your weakest moment,

I'll be strong in mine.