Out of focus,
need to get back on track. Blurry vision,
need new eyes.
Colors melted, hell overtakes.
I hate it,
deal with it.
Body goes 'crash',
against a bleak destiny. All gothic,
no friends. Grunge baby. Don't like it?
Bite me. Nobody asked you to look. Cut out your eyes then,
so I can use them to see.
My horrible afte again,
I destroy. bleak... bleak...bleak...
Hell, man. No place to run,
it will eat you.
Run, run. Burn, burn. Let's take out the soul trash,
with the rest.
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