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Too tired I can’t move
My body is aching
Psychopathic in my means
Aim for Midas’s hands
I pull on my greasy hair
Covered in blood and skin
I find it hard to move
To move my body
Today was just one of those days
Pray for me
No ones coming
My arm’s gushing
From the chaos
Can’t be tired
Got to prevail
So much violence
The smell is rotten
I am the angel
For bloody justice
So much violence
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