Go For The Kill
Beaten and bloodied, violence of the inner death No one else craves the escape like us Running upon shattered hope, broken breath Soul choked of life, left to the trust It's not yours to rip from my chest Made it this far just to cough up failure Bleeding out progress, given up to rest Pleading to whoever's out there, my veins rupture Plunge in the knife, over and over again Take back what they took, our innocence, our time Go for the kill, rip out their insides, you don't have anything to gain Returning the favor was never and always a crime
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