Slash
What is it that makes me hate you?Why do I seek your destruction?
When did I realize you were a pestilence to me!
How did your face, which I seen as a friend to me
now becomes something that disgusts me?!
Where came this feeling, but why haven't I destroyed you yet?!
Who is this dickhead who decides to more an arrogant asshole than
once originally thought to be
Bite me, die... go to fucking hell
Slit your wrists and drown in your own blood, you miserable piece of shit!
Take a sugar frosted fuck from the end of...
Put the noose around your neck and jump
Kiss the goat under the tail and play russian roulette with a loaded pistol
You bastards never knew the hell you sent me through
None of you were true!
Yet the ones who are left will see the hell in store just yet
As long as God lives, so your lives be filled with as much pain as you wrought on me unjustly
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