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by Cantchangeme Jan 16, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
They have me tied to their chair For their Masochistic Traits Bleeding Cuts and Sores The hooded Figure Waits My Kneecaps shattered Tired of all the pain My mouth without a tongue Another b*stard slain Think Primitive Live Primitive Kill Primitive Die Primitive Primal Instinct My burnt Skin peels Wh0res dance in my head Every breath brings pain I wish I were dead A plastic bag over my head I gasp for my last breath All I breathe is blood Now I embrace death Silence tastes so good Think Primitive Live Primitive Kill Primitive Die Primitive Primal instinct My rotten corpse Filled with maggots Put on my best suit And dance for them The pain that left me The day that I died The best painkiller Is suicide? Think Primitive Live Primitive Kill Primitive Die Primitive Primal Instinct We are Primitive!!!!!!!!!!!
