Torture
Twisted minds subcultured kinds, sounds from in the night
it takes away the light from day and makes this life not right.
angry words cut like a sword,we often disagree
once not at all, now to great the wall,taking you away from me.
It brings me down this round and round, why does this have to be.
I did my best more than the rest, to no avail I see.
past regrets can not forget, forgiveness seldom known
violent scenes and broken dreams and hearts turned into stone
a beatless drum each rising sun, again there is no change
an endless lope with little hope, life seems prearranged.
Answers sought to countless thoughts, convictions forced to bend
A strange desire to cause the fire, so all might come to end.
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