I'll sell my soul for another hour.
Walk on down to the crossroads, sign the deal myself.
Screaming, flailing. I'll break my own skull.
As long as I'm not you.
Walk across a sea of nails, rusty as they seem.
I'd rather be infected than have you in my brain.
I'll give my last breath just to shit on your plate.
Break my hand just to blacken your eye.
Bleed my blood to cut you.
Because I love the violence.
Violence is my opiate.
Drive myself mad for just that much more.
When my fist lands on your pathetic face,
I won't ever stop.
I'll keep on till you kill me.
I'll shit on you. I'll fucking shit on you.
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