GuywitdadrumsYar
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When you’ve been damned enough times
It lives under your skin
Building a home made of rage
And keeping laughter thin
It spreads like an infection
Damaging self-esteem
An angry bastard rises
From the rumors they speak
I am the man who inhales hatred
I am the loaded gun
I am the one who has no reason
Mother Nature’s wasted son
My name cries infamy
My life has no point
My peers hold such sharp knives
For such an innocent young boy
When you have no arms on your shoulder
Your emotions collapse
Falling into a lifeless state
Starting a relapse
These descriptions match me
Perfectly aligned
An asshole with resentment
An insult to my kind
The ones who try to redeem themselves
Before it’s too late
Never get their reward in the end
I am the man who inhales hatred
I am the loaded gun
I am the one who has no reason
Mother Nature’s wasted son
My name cries infamy
My life has no point
My peers hold such sharp knives
For such an innocent young boy
It lives under your skin
Building a home made of rage
And keeping laughter thin
It spreads like an infection
Damaging self-esteem
An angry bastard rises
From the rumors they speak
I am the man who inhales hatred
I am the loaded gun
I am the one who has no reason
Mother Nature’s wasted son
My name cries infamy
My life has no point
My peers hold such sharp knives
For such an innocent young boy
When you have no arms on your shoulder
Your emotions collapse
Falling into a lifeless state
Starting a relapse
These descriptions match me
Perfectly aligned
An asshole with resentment
An insult to my kind
The ones who try to redeem themselves
Before it’s too late
Never get their reward in the end
I am the man who inhales hatred
I am the loaded gun
I am the one who has no reason
Mother Nature’s wasted son
My name cries infamy
My life has no point
My peers hold such sharp knives
For such an innocent young boy