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{J.G. Thirwell)I've gotten to the point where I believe everything I sayI got a BIRTHMARK/DEATHMASK shaped like the USASEE ME SQUIRM with the sins of a nation see meRUN ROUND IN CIRCLES of bitter frustrationMy neckties turned into a hangman's noose, I'd cry in pain if the tearductscould cut me looseMy head's turned to rust... My skull's about to splitI can't get rid of this EMOTIONAL SHIT! KILL!!! KILL!!! KILL!!!I got hangnails on my hangnails... Visions of the blackhooded hangman's nooseEvery time I close my fingers (I) try to use my nailclippers to cut me looseMy cuticles are screaming for MERCY. .. Fingernails are bitten to the quickand the DEADMy head's turned to RUST... My skull's about to SPLITI CAN"T GET RID OF THIS EMOTIONAL SHIT! !!KILL!!! KILL!!! KILL!!!Clenched fist - WHITE KNUCKLESClammy Palms/Sticky Fingers/Chipped off Polish/Broken ThumbsClenched fist - WHITE KNUCKLES... KILL! !! KILL!!! KILL!!!Clenched fist - WHITE KNUCKLESMy palm is red... my wrists are cut. .. my lifeline stops at the fifth of OctoberClenched fist - WHITE KNUCKLES... KILL! !! KILL!!! KILL!!!The devil makes work for idle hands... CLENCHED FIST - WHITE KNUCKLESThe devil makes work for idle hands... CLENCHED FIST - WHITE KNUCKLESKNUCKLE DOWN KNUCKLE DUSTERKNUCKLE DOWN KNUCKLE DUSTERKNUCKLE DOWN KNUCKLE DUSTERKILL!!! |