my world
I’m crazed
Deranged
Mangled
Head dangling
Tail wrangling
You’d better pray
Stay away
Fore i’ll turn your world gray
Your cry and curl into a ball
Fore I leave scratches in the hall
Break the wall
Make you crawl
Make your soul fall
I stand tall
I’m not proud
Barely around
Clawing at the ground
Burying my friends
As the world pretends
I’ve killed
Filled
Healed
But i’ve hurt
And murdered
No one can stop me
I’ll always get free
Ripping out trees
Paying the fees
Without the keys
Nor the knees
Clawing
Bawling
Gnawing
Your all gonna die someday
So you’d better pray
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