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Kind, Slow (Angel of Sadness)
I’m starving, no breakfast, dinner or lunches Suffocate the next coward, sinner that punches Constantly roaming in depression, a product of this stress Spectators cleaning my aggression Features adults being less than blessed Tired of these credit unions telling me NO! Edit my application Now these monopolies’s selling me cash on the go Fantasies of my flesh snorting infinity lines of coke Enemies smiling yet they fancy me Quickly aborting times of being broke IRS and tax collectors stealing from me Blood stains the projectors Visions of me killing any type of sympathy Riding passenger side, death cab for cutie Providing scents of lavender Spent your last breath gasping for beauty Another step, to summon holy hell my passing duty Posting my soul, yes a selfish mentality But those who live to die May never perish in this phony reality No mental institution for me I recline in this chair until I fry Officers miss my cold stares Catch chills as I die Head tilted back Hundred-thousand volts through each of my limbs Bloody murder, becoming my newest hymn I award to them One more breath And I’d beg for a kind, slow death Now you know if I had one more breath I’d beg for a kind, slow death
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