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von 8corpses

Bitch I am flagrant
Bash a head against the pavement
Chain up a fucker
To cinder block so they ain′t
Buoyant
Leave their body in the ocean all vacant
Auditory Hallucinations
Exalting Satan
This music is therapy not entertainment
Im brazen
My self loathing is blatant
The voices in my head are constant
All I've known
Has been this hatred
Bottled up inside My anger is archaic
Like a compendium from the pagans
I′ve been so patient
But now I feel content in making these statements
So I guess
I'm a
Psych patient
Freed from cognitive enslavement
I don't care
About all the payment
I′ve been waiting
The duality of speaking
On my thoughts
Feels sacred
Yet amazing


My love
Is either latent or nom existent
Propensity to not give a single fuck
Routinely telling people to shut the fuck up
They don′t know when enough is enough
A majority of them just spew
Bluff after bluff

Bitch I am stoic
Openly a heretic
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On these fucks to give
Incredulous
I hate this
Take my life
And tell people Im giving it up for lent
My death is overdue like some rent
So I'll Expiate my ailments through death
Surreptitious
Never pretentious
Taboo motherfucker
You′re Lackluster
Soul got an Aperture