I have gone far on this road to the doors of hell,
I hopeI make it to heaven,
I flip a quarter into a wishing well.
I walk these streets, I live to die,
Couriosity killed the cat,
I suggest you let sleeping dogs lie.
My mind is far beyond the range of human eyes,
Only the seas and skys,
Are my spectators and judges,
My wrath and I go together like sexual lovers.
A child of hell on earth,
I was raised in the dirt, the truth hurts,
So I live in a dark masqurade,
In my room with thoughts,
That just seem to polish my rage.
I find myself praying and praying,
Prayer is the only thing that bothers my pains.
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