silent cries, fist full of dimes how long does it take how many fucken times?? Clear your mind from the beaten blow, I get tired of all this constant flow. One must fight, fight for one. two bloody fists stuck in your pockets, what have you done? Lie about the body you dropped, I wish I could see what you so often thought. your life seems a corner to crowl but its only a hole, and that hole will fall. find madness from within, within there is madness to grin. creat the lord of your choice, as if only to here your silent voice.
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