I walk around looking down almost everyday
And look at me less the pain left along the way
Less the pride left aside like a yesterday
Useless me useless me like a runaway
Say you fight me everyday
All your might just burns away
All your hate becomes a tool
Blame yourself for what i do
Use of me use of me use of everything
Left again left again like a tired stain
Listen good listen good so its understood
Cant forgive cant forgive all the things you did
I am your everyday everything
Its in your face as your sentences swim
I see the demons underneath your skin
I see the teeth in the cracking of your smile
I see the black of your eyes in denial
I see the same thing again and again
I see the aftermath of letting you in
I see your evil come without a restraint
I see the nightmares of being awake
You try and beat me down every ****ing day
Ive found the way to erase the building pain
I come to get you with revenge on my breath
I come to get you with the lesson of death
I come to get you with the scars and the blood
I come to get you with the intention of god
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You've got so many machines, Richard. Go on, give us a snare rush!
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines on Loch Lomond.
Where me and tea tree my true love spent many days
On the banks of Loch Lomond.
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