By Profeta Produced By Profeta

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Basic Anger
Pick up the phone, I know your home, I'll wait for hours, you reptile you think your acid showers shake me you f***in snake can't you see, I've died this death before, How many times can the worm be on the floor be foresaken, and kept off shore, In the middle of nowhere, my anger grows into beds of so many rows of black roses, the thorns are bullets, born to adorn a dark veil, fine I'm the controling temper, last you remember? your words that december, my aura triples in size, your words burn my insides I've tried, but I'm the driver, I dived for her, kept it alive for her, gave my time for her, but I'm lured to the grave, assured a final resting place, my madness grows like the lies you chose to tell me, fatefully the contempt played perfectly with my soul, I know I slowed, who would of thought your word was No

Basic Anger! Hear the Blur! How We Were! Temples Stir, this occured when I was weak
Basic Anger! Hear the Blur! How We Were! Temples Stir, I refer now hear me speak

Why did you forget, where were your depts? You owed me nothing but ONE, How could you of let lies begun, when are you coming back? who are you believing? you know Jack? I write hanging on a thread in your web, I'll kill myself before you consume, but you have your spells, I listened and found hell, bleed me dry I'll cry no more, I'll turn back the clock to vent or stop your mindless mock trial at a stake, at my wake, you'll know true pain, maybe not, f*** naught, your higher spot on the throne, let me roam the void alone, mine in yours you cut me out, like the blood from your shins, I'll drip down your leg sins, and plague your feet, my suposed defeat is now recorded but when you find new I'll creep blue onto you and the arrow you woo, the end of my life you contrue, this pain overdue

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Lay down on a bed of nails, you bred my sails of anger, I'll destroy your new happyness, cuz you stole my lifelessness, content with my suffering, I wake with pillow muffling, my words can't reach, gone is my speech, fade to black, our war is soon ended, you couldn't be tied, mended I died, knowing my effect, you let it last, but why the past seem different? I crash in next life prison, but it wont subside, you can't hide from the unrested, until I've exploded this emotion, fully, count on the sea to heave, and the earth be shooken, where were you lookin when I needed help, where were you you when my pain was felt? But here we are, the eye of the storm, maybe you'll mourn, when my form lays dormant, I'm subdued for now, but once you cross, what will you do? cause I'll be waiting for you.

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