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Title: The Morals
Artist: JBird
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concertrate liberate the morals that lay between the psychotic past that died
inside of my brain cells seek the only exit find the fate and break it all away
i had to kill you tell me what does it mean to you can you take my life and rip
it apart see my face melted and broken and fading away run from me again and i
will chase you down everything been taken like a forsaken looser lost in space
its not word its poetry does everyone run away like a nightmare postmatic dream
delete it all remove it all reprogram it all recycle it all find my way out of
it you see my life just thrown away take my life for a piece of shit throw me
away like a withered flower died from its day of birth remember when i cant see
this time its gone too far into the bliss of everlasting nightmares dont want
it no more this year it has been more straighter to distaster i feel the hate
inside of you want to laugh anymore why cant i shake you to death im sick of it
il rip your breathe away take a hit and il make you bleed inside your own soul
look down before it climbs inside of your mind ripping everything inside of you
the pain inside of my bones the parents will always fight feel my bullet rise
inside of you travels to your brain cells ripping apart your every memory of me
i will look away from you