Take that fucking blanket away from your eyes.
You'll have all the time to fuck him when he dies.

Am I still cute when I'm smashing your head off against the wall?

A thousand drink raped sluts all with a lament.
A thousand broke kids all with an excuse.
A thousand patients with stars in their eyes all telling me it was simply bad luck.

I've gave up on perceiving.
At this point I've said all that I need to and more.
Instead of taking heed you'd rather eat shit and die writhing in pain.

Sometimes I feel like an alien.
Sometimes I'm fucking right.
Maybe I am an alien.
Maybe I'm fucking right.

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