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letra de force-feed - circus of dead squirrels

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i believe that a horrible death
will compensate for my wasted breaths
i have sinned beyond forgiveness
my pathetic excuse for this damaged mind
i am an infected sl-t
half-human, half-american mutt

my mind is fried from a m-ssive intake
of psychoactive drugs
looking back, i admit it was fun
but i can’t believe how f-cking stupid i was
everything i dreamed could now be a miracle
everything i think cannot be conveyed
i have forsaken everything that is sacred to me
meltdown
my crispy little soul

i’m incapable of feeling love
and happiness and all that good sh-t
i’m obsessed with death, pain, and p-rn
the ugliness that makes me horsesh-t
nothing personal, i just don’t know myself
or what the f-ck i’ve become
nothing personal, i’m just f-cked up
i’m on a soul-searching powertrip now

oh, chaos conquered my brain
force-feed me with silence
shove hope down my throat
oh, what’s left after going insane

wash this watercolor portrait of me

nothing personal, i f-cking hate you
don’t think you’re special
’cause i f-cking hate everyone
nothing personal, i f-cking hate you
don’t f-ckin’ sit there
put a bullet through my godd-mn head

- circus of dead squirrels

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