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If Them Come, They Will Go
Decide to mess with a slave of trauma.
Now I'm going to let you feel the power of trauma.
Cause I'm tickled to anger.
Tickled at your fatal behavior.
I don't torture I just do it.
Technically I'm your savior.
Pick at your brain, breaking through tissue,
Like I'm fucking your creator.
In the dark, fulfilling my art,
No God can save you.
To me he's nothing, I can take what he has as I choose,
Now isn't that something?
