murder on my mental
There's too much darkness I can't see the light I'm ready to kill everything in sight Like a dog being teased I'm ready to bite I'm a caged animal and I'm ready to fight For too long I have been to nice And too kind Time to unleash my rage I've got murder on my mind I've got murder on my mental And grave diggers for hands I no longer see people and and roads I corpses and burial lands
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