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It's time to ressurect the fire in my soul

Feed the fire to make it burn like coal

I can't wait to bring back the hate, and open the gate

Ger ready to taste the weigfake when everyone's a fake. 

Whats the point to wake? For fuck sake, I wanna blow my head into the lake 

1500 fps i wont feel an ache

I can't wait to clean the slate

Here comes the sin and slaughter

No one can afford bread or water

I caught her...

Lying and defying my trust... 

I regret every thrust...

I guess there's no such thing as love

Just lust, One day this world will blow away the remains of my dust

I hope it's sooner than later, I can't help but hate her!! I'll feed the fire like a fucking cater

I know I should keep my head up but I can't when there's nothing to see besides an endless suffering

Im so sick of of my life buffering

There's nopoint I can feel the blood running down my head.

I don't even have a bed... Enoughs been said, I just can't wait to be dead

I guess keep the earth fed

Biych there's no amount of stitches that can pull these parts from the ditches

I feel I've been cursed by dark ass witches

You think you know dark? All you do is hark!!!

And act like there is no where to park... 

Try awakening in a bay of bodies burning in boiling blood. 

Overwhelming like a flood 

You can't catch your breath, so you sit and pray for death.

Theres no part of this heart that hasn't been ripped apart

To many pieces to carry in the cart

I should'veknown from the start.

I guess that's what I get for making you a part!!!