I'm sick of the drama
but I cna't get away
you cry and act it out
but me, I'm made of clay
I see your life all around
you think this is real
this is what you're worth
until satan comes to steal
he takes you prized possession
an dyou're reduced to nothing
you cry "help" for I am left
it's me you're now trusting
I hold your lives in my hand
satring and what to do
you all deserve to die
but i'll give you chance #2
now maybe you'll realize
that you are all a lie
you're blind and you're deaf
and you deserve to die
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Written March 27th, 2004
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