I taste your skin, I feel your fears, smell your tears from deep within.
A kind of love but mabe hate, forgotten fate.
A gentle touch I try to hold, try to hold, I try too much.
It slips away, an empty sleeve, I try to leave.
I could kill you for what you have done.
I could kill you for what you do to me.
Fuck you, kill you, fuck, you make me sick.
Fuck you, kill you, fuck, you make me sick.
Won't you try a little try, once again, through the pain.
One for ma and take one too, pretty soon.
A blind man's fate is what it takes,
a peaceful sword, a peaceful war.
A dream of hate, afraid to sleep,
'cause what you see's:

Through the years I've found that I can't change it/
Not tomorrow, not today.
Through the days I've found that I can't change it.
Not tomorrow, not today

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