these times are troubling, the pain is rubbin' in
the stress just makes me want to huddle in
to my bed
these thoughts in my head
just destroying me, i'm full of grief
everyday feels like someone's pulled my leash
full of disease and scorn for the world
feelings in my life just torn and twirled
burning my skin
churning within
like i was born with these sins...and this pain i've got
i want to get these painful thoughts
out of my head
just listen to the shouts i've bled
as the blood pours out
i've explored these routes
and my core leaks doubtful signs on my body and head
yearned for freedom, but i got these instead
the blood, pain, lust, the fuss, rusted all over
now i'm all sober
heated anguish blends with raw madness to pierce my flesh
leaving their marks and scars--I'm so near to death
imprints and fingerprints of a ruthless world
burning a stigma of tatooes on my restless soul

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