They're gonna turn me to the dark side
I'm not a criminal
But treat me like an animal
Wait and see; I may shun your light
I'm a balloon under pressure
Waiting to bust if you touch me
And if I do explode I'll make it quick
I've got a list
Inside my head and if you're on it
Then pack up your shit
Cause I'm the wrong one to mess with,
Chief
Empty eyes, a heartless smile
No regard for my own life
For quite awhile
I will divide and conquer and never stop
Till I drop
Then rise again to haunt your dreams.
Friday, June 12
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