I feel the cool metal weighing in my soul.
Blood runs down my chin, from my temples whole.
I feel it. I feel it.
The bang echoes in my head.
But my god, what's the difference?
I've always been dead.
Father, Oh Father.. I hope you see what you've made.
Her bruises will heal but your past will not fade
Mother, Oh Mother, with bloody needles that lay rusting..
Sure Dad, you never hit me;
But your love is disgusting.
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