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paranoid perception- stabbing sheets in the dark I like to laugh at my endeavors, far too clever to narc but if you spark a conversation just be patient, at heart my words are hollow, if you follow find the route to the art I'm not a Zionist , supplying Israel with the weapons I'm on lockdown in Gitmo Bay, screaming and crying for seconds you hesitated 'fore you spoke to me, you're choking, mouth is open cut your throat is what you're hoping, B, closed casket's what your folks'll see I'm roped in like an addict, scream my name through the static know I'm neurotic, but I've spotted all the bats in the attic so let's have it and I'm attracted to pleasure, the pain a reign of terror, it's a swear word just to utter my name nothing to gain, I got the feeling I'm just spinning my wheels Letras de cancionesso why not run some people over just to see how it feels to taste the blood of innocent, politicians accosted when they claim their innocence, it's plain to see that they've lost it (chorus:) a bitter insight into fighting alone the perseverance and adherence to a creed that you own can't feel the pain of the blows, the ones that fracture the bone get right back up, no matter what and turn that soul into stone now you know a bitter insight into fighting alone the disappearance of the family and friends that you'd known don't see the selfless plight or all the sins you atone the only hope that you can leave a little blood on the throne I take it back, I wasn't meant for this mission I'll take a dagger to the eyes for the demise of a vision I pissed religion and admission, capital elitism too late to crawl into the shell, like social un-circumcision perdition is personified, persisting past pessimism projecting prominent depictions peril-plagued premonition if I was given a decision, I might chose passivism but it's unlikely, I'd drop heights into predestined divisions I'm living day to day, I bear the cross of conscience and greed the id and superego battling to tackle the need if I take heed of the occasion then I'll scour for salaries no longer part of the persuasion that would scowl at formalities in reality (moot point) no topic there to consider the happiness that I once felt is now dealt cold as the winter and you might snicker and laugh, act crass and try to convey your own belligerence, but ignorance won't get me to sway (chorus) rational thought, a victim taught to play the part despite a grin, the fix was in for me to crack from the start starting up the transmission, gritting my teeth as I'm twisting you don't agree with my position, you won't shut up and listen they're listening to me right now, their altruistic affliction salivating ambition, wishing just to bring my submission suspicion gets me no further than an exposed exhibition asking questions is like requesting guests of my opposition permission to molest myself, I might detest me as well but you won't have my full accordance 'til we're freezing in hell so just dispel disinformation you've derived from my diction abstraction adds an addition to my advanced ammunition and friction flowing through frenetically, like frequent transmissions will have me ransoming myself- response to my requisition to persist in impudence, cuff the slit wrist acquisition (here's to the throne) I'll throw the first stone at my own crucifixion From Letras Mania