reactive emotions taught from my war crimes
again I relive the same tragic fate as old times
pulling the trigger while hearing a grown mans screams
still figured it was better then fearing religious extremes
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the innocence I had was shattered since I was a child
since that day my pain and suffering has compiled
brought on by years of my bad choices
and societies ability to make me voiceless
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I leave because of my inability to be respected
and the necessity for my heart to be protected
i never wanted anyone to get hurt in the end
bottle to my head this darkness I'll apprehend
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images of multiple angels I have shot down
their ability of fairy tales that I had to drown
eats my heart and causes my wrists to bleed
1 gun 1 bullet the price for my soul to be freed
