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There's a reason they call me a murdererI won't forget the wrongs you've laid upon my carapaceDon't expect this pain to end with your full dismembermentI've held my tongue for far too longYou wouldn't dare abandon your slanderDon't view your apprehension as candorYou can put up this facade, You fucking faggot I see right through youeverything, looks like a noosewhen nothing looks like escapePLEASE! Don't let me see, the death in your eyes!Familiarity breeds contemptJUST! let me breathe, this air thick with lies!I will be fine in my ignoranceThe fumes arise up from your sick path, Nausea overtakes meI can't believe what I see, senses numb, embrace disgrace, as it fills my lungsYou'll wait for the sky to fall downSit and wait for the ground you're standing onTo collapseWith nothing real to fall back onWatch the moon sink as these straight silhouettes serenade the virgin suicidesThere is nothing more pure on this earth than the fire that purges to you from IAnatmanYou, are not, excusedWhy, are you soSurprised that youCant becomeMore than you are? From Letras Mania