Neurotic Insane
Not knowing my left from right
I’ve got you in my view sight
My cross hairs on your head
One shot and now your dead
Your corpse is left to maim
My lust has driven me insane
Locked-up in a padded room
This isolation is now my doom
Crazy from no communication
My only relief is masturbation
Now I’m secluded in my jacket
To my genitalia I can not get
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