Terror By The Lake
Pieces Of Me Are Dead
There are so many things that this world has to offerThat are so much worse than deathAnd I hope with everything that's inside meThat you experience every single one of themI won't be happy 'til I'm worlds apart from you and your fucking diseaseTaken aback by the intensity of my hatred for this filthy fucking trampYour eyes lied far more than your tongueHide behind your wall of false virtue but you have a dark secretThe words to describe the depth of my hatred for you don't fucking existI hope the next one beats you black and blue and doesn't give a fucking shitIf you lived one second of the pain you've given to meYou'd pull the trigger yourself you emotionless fucking cuntI gave it all to lose it allNever the fuck againI hope the next one is never thereI hope the next one never caresI hope the next one throws you down the fucking stairs
From Letras Mania