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Artiste:
Kitchen Knife Conspiracy
Titre:
Entry Wound Ecstasy For The Self-Abuser
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Rage Rage Rage Rape Insane aggression, mutilate obsession trying to forget her younger years Insane logic, hidden in the closet Burning, learning her weakest fears Darkness is priceless, pain gives her pleasure Cutting herself, does not shed a tear Burning the flesh black, vomit through a flashback Her mom's been gone for 13 years Raping her--she's feeling him--He's forcing in She tends to mutilate herself because her life's gone wrong It feels like ecstasy, that razor blade is her god She thinks her life is over, but she can't hear the call Of another self-abuser that has been pushed too far. Hate Hate Hate Rage Backward regression, mutilate confession trying to forget my younger years Insane logic, hidden in my closet Burning, learning my weakness and fears Darkness is priceless, pain gives me pleasure Cutting myself, I do not shed a tear Burning the flesh black, vomit through a flashback My mind's been gone for 13 years Destroying me--deep inside of me--I'm wearing thin If you try to come inside, you might lose your mind This has been inside me, for a very long time It's just now being told, life is cold like this razor I hold And I am so thankful to have lost all self-control I woke up today it was fucking disgusting upon opening my eyes to the light of day nauseated by the world's pathetic state the feeling of the hand that has you by the spine is tightening its grip and destroying the very emotion of this lackadaisical lifestyle that finds itself repeating over and over the life it is not meant to have the smell of vomit still lingers in the nostrils, society is decaying and descending into one big useless rut, and with smoke burned smiles I face toward the sky this life is fucking disgusting