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Inspired (by DarkAngel)
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Im not a freak; dont like them much
All they do is brag and such
On how life sucks; and blacks the best;
Color they've seen, and shit is the rest
They just adore there freaky look
I want to gut them with a hook
Show them that there blind to see
That theres much more to reality
They bitch and moan on how there life
Is such extreme hell; and all there strife
They sit there silently; looking mysterious
Just makes me more furious
Put that makeup on real thick
Seems to do the trick
You think im scared of clothes and all
Black and red and how you crawl?
Come here little kids, ill show you hell
Not this freaky appearance you sell
Youve got your black and your red
But what will you have after your dead?
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