Getting tired of your caring lies,
Leave it to another deaf ears, wretched ones!
«You're not alright»,
«You're out of mind» –
I just was mistaken,
Taken by surprise.
You can't lock me down.
(Nun... See you down...)
Getting blind of your goddamn light,
We should have some fun when I get outside!
I'll grab my gun,
I'll kill someone,
Keep your pills and needles –
I have just begun.
«Say it!» –
Monsters and their victims,
«Say it!» –
Count them down.
«Say it!» –
Someone's gotta be me,
«Say it!» –
I’m the one.
Correctional Therapy
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