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- Domestic Presence -
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Verses-Gimik Chorus-Torturous A track about the Domestic Violence that has gone on through my whole life
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Peak #1,164
Peak in subgenre #620
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Gimik
Uploaded
May 07, 2003
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MP3 3.9 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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- Domestic Presence - The floors is shakein, in rage I explore the hatred, a man is a gate for the strom of satan// Crys and shout the war is blazein, I ly in doubt as his horns is grazein, my form is breakin// I was born in rages, lost in the scorn of mazes, now my soul remains cold torn and faded// I morn and pray, war cries when the horns in play, tears constantly sworm my face// I love u is what im sworn to say, my love is tainted faded jaded as the lords in shame// Im givein in in this wicked sin I want to scorch my veins, pull the trigger and escort my brain// I have a heart but the core is blank, I want to die with a swift cut and let blood pour and drain// My mind body and soul is where I store my pain, in petty apologies faint remorse is strained// I’ll smile the day my corpse is in flames, full of warm feelings while I adore my grave// Chorus: soon to be added) Domestic Presence, I cannot intake oxygen theres is no breath// Domestic Presence, My angers to flared to withhold my stress// Domestic Presence, I’m too unstable to conquer my fears// Domestic Presence, An evil man able to honour my tears// I feel I was put on the earth to die, to hurt and cry, to emerge as blind// Its taken me 16 years to learn and find, the domestic abuse has finally disturbed my mind// Im to bizerk to shine, the uneasy feelings continue to jerk my spine, I want to squirm and die// I fill my hearts burnt and fried, my daydreams of violence blur my eyes// In the dirt I lye, with a hope to learn to fly, im losein hope within bruising ropes I no longer concern to try// My past is hidden forbidden yet it remains within birth in time, im trapped in thorns as they turn and twine// Im trapped in a violent jungle firm in vines, im drownin and poundin within a turf of tides// I live for no purpose I want to broil in boilin turpentine, suicide within my foolish sight is looking serpentine// My necks tight fitted wit a noose and this stool is sure to dive// 2003/May 4 - Gimik -
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