Watch the blood soak your clothes,
Cut your wrist with a knife.
It's the pain that you loathe,
It's the end of your life.
As the blood bullets rain,
On this peaceful small town.
It's the strong urge to kill,
That is bringing you down.
c'mon, c'mon, you know you want to DIE!!!!!!!!!!!

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It's the fucked up morphine suicide craze,
The desire to kill is not uncommon these days.
So I'll shoot you if you shoot me,
Because all we ever are is mortal enemies.
Its the pull of the trigger making me insane,
But it's so addictive to see others in pain.
And murder is a hobby,
Murder is a skill.
And I'm just like all the others,
I just wanna kill.

Matches, matches, we all fall down,
A razor blade and the whole damn town.
We drink the blood in which we drown,
And violence makes the world go round.

Power hungry, we are thieves,
Bruises, scars, beneath our sleeves.
We lose the war and we all grieve,
But death is a madness disease!
Kill us all for all we please!
And we just wanna DIE!!!!!!!!!!

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