i guess some kids are just born with tragedy in their blood.
i try to wash this away,
i wanna cleanse your veins.
i feel the malice in my veins,
my heart swells with hatred in your name.
and when you've got nothing to turn black and blue,
you've still got hell to look forward to.
i will dance on your fucking grave.
oh, when you're blessed with a grave to call your own,
in my mind you'll be six feet closer to your home.
your eulogy will be music to my ears.
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