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I Liked Having Hurt - Much Like Suffocating |
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I never thought these days would return to me... the days when I'm nothing but high and I'm anything I want myself to be I can be your everything, and I can be nothing at all I can climb the highest mountain, and I can take the biggest fall I can see the farthest sickness from many miles away I can sense all the fear and know when you don't have anything to say I'm living on an "S" curve, only I'm not slowing down I'm waiting for an accident and watching everyone fuck around back stabbing, hand clapping, teeth snapping and more than two faced I'm emptying my hate on people that deserve to be permanently erased I'm done playing the role of everyone's little runner boy playing with my feelings like some kind of over-rated toy spaced out and on edge, it's so hard to be your scar I've never shined so bright now that I understand who and what you are I passed the sign almost 40 miles back headstrong in the wind and now I'm lookin' to attack don't fuck with what you can't destroy hitting you harder than Mack trucks in a 5 mile convoy you best be ready, 'cuz these lines are showing through their cocked and ready and holding all eyes on you while we play William Tell, you become afraid I'm only playing into my image you've secretly portrayed my wish list gets smaller, as all these faces turn black and blue all your faces are swollen from the countless times I've hit you you've picked a fight, and I'm not letting you think that you've lost when you think you've won, that's when I unleash the holocaust I'm taking names and kicking ass with extreme prejudice and I know full well you're hating coming face to face with this we learn that you're all talk and lacking big in the game but no matter what anyone does I know you'll always stay the same learning from your mistakes, is something that you'll never be able to do so I'll just keep quiet, until I'm ready to hand my fists to you you think you're big enough to handle me yet you don't know where I hide just as soon as you look away, I'm pouncing on you from somewhere on the other side so just keep your fucking mouth running and I'll do the rest 'cuz it's people just like you that keep me in the lead of this contest you feed me fuel for the fire to keep burning and it'll never go out just keep talking shit about things you don't want to know anything about 'cuz one day, when the sun is shining and you decide to step outside that's when your face, and my two fucking fists have a date to collide you don't have a prayer, though every night you find yourself down your knees praying for a way out of this silent but ever so deadly disease always looking for an easy way out after starting shit you know you can't control not even realizing that all you're doing, is digging yourself a 6' fucking hole 'cuz this is my gun, and this is my finger I gently squeeze, while I know your fear has to linger but don't worry I won't shoot you, I'm just going to scare you to death killing your rumors, yet keeping your influence fresh I'm all out of time, stuck on the things that you've never thought to know I'm thinking of the pleasure that I'll get, from killing your ego nice and slow.
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