THE CROW

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Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money.
They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with.
Some men just want to watch the world burn.
I'm being overrun, I need to overcome it
I've been blurry like that feeling at the end of summer
Blood-black tears, necrosis under both eyes
Repressed fear, psychosis is my cosign
No face, no name, just hate
Mind overrun with a blank sense of rage
Only seek catharsis out of each and every day
Chamber in the sword, bitch I'll shoot you with the blade
On your knees in front of me with your mouth around my 9
I wanna gaze into your eyes while you die
No banter, no barter, only elimination
In your place, feel my rage, how's it taste?
Save your indignation for someone who isn't me
You should know, the ends justify the means
Lately I've been thinking, I've been scheming
Just give me a reason and I'll unleash the demon
Burn all the bridges and then over the precipice
Hearse in a ditch but they won't find the rest of it
Creeping and lurking, we're leaving 'em screaming and hurting
Demons, bodies are burning, the opps are never returning
The clouds in the sky don't notice they've been ripped apart
The flame doesn't remember the moment it went out
The pain in my heart tells me never make a sound but
The shroud on my eyes says the bullet met its mark
Someone show the way and I'll put flowers on my grave
Because I love the smell of death, it makes me giddy every day
My wrist is always drippy, but I'll tell you that it's not ice
It's just the result of staying locked in and with the red eyes
He was already dead.
He died a year ago the moment he touched her.
They're all dead. They just don't know it yet.

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