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Travel Down Anger

Red Blue
Red Blue
Red Blue

Why won't the cops come for you?

Blue Red
Blue Red
Blue Red

Don't they know that you are dead?

D E A D
See I can type out things,
Just as easily.

Crack Back
Crack Back
Crack Back

This shovel's gonna' give you such a fucking wack.

Black Out
Black Out
Black Out

Like punching a disobedient puppy's snout.

Fuck You
Fuck You
Fuck You

No more voice like a dove's coo.

Yeah, I know I lied;
Watch me cut you open wide.
 
Stop This
Stop This
Stop This

Before I use a poisoned kiss.

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"It's like... I'm going to explode, y'know? But the thing that bothers me the most is that.. Is that there's no one to blame, but me."
Written by Anonymous_Writing
Published | Edited 5th Apr 2012
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