So this kid sent me some lyrics of a song, and I have no idea what
song. This is what he sent...I curse to hell the magistrate who
granted this unholy thing but I know, I know I asked for this myself.
I'm bound by law to hell and its SICK SICK SICK!! Humans on their
knees living in a fairy tale is tearing at the seams. A dank reject,
exactly what you seem SICK SICK SICK!! It's SICK SICK SICK!! You made
a mess of things.. My what a mess you've made..I hate the way you make
me feel.. I hate the way you make me.. In your world, it's cold
outside. So button up and open wide. I hate the way you make me feel.
SICK SICK SICK!! If memory serves me correct, I gave you all.. You
gave me less. Your sexcapades deliver checks, but can't afford you
self respect and it's SICK SICK SICK!! Humans on their knees living in
a fairy tale is tearing at the seams. A dank reject, a devil in a
dress, exactly what you seem. It's SICK SICK SICK!! You made a mess of
things. My what a mess you've made.. SICK SICK SICK!! Maybe love is
looking for someone to fill all holes. We grow up building lies with
holes in our walls. The walls can fall, but you were with spare bricks
to save the day. And we pray it's not too late.. Spare bricks can be
dead weight. SICK SICK SICK!! It's SICK SICK SICK!!
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