By sick fate we are born
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They should have used condoms
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Everything is being blamed on us
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Mistakes, their fuck-ups
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Weight of the world on shoulders
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Mentally so close to breakdown
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Life tends to become distorted
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When everything is shit except piss
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Suicide is not a solution
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But it remains an excellent option
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Perhaps the time is ripe to go
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Time to harvest what we have sown
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From wet womb we are torn
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Thrown in their nightmare world
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Year after year being pushed too far
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Till we cross the final line
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Suicide is not a solution
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But it remains an excellent option
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Perhaps the time is ripe to go
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Time to harvest what we have sown
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Rotten seeds have now grown up
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Separate them from the good ones
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May all deathwishes come now true
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And conclude that: B.16.15.18.21.24.25!!!
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Nihil
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| Impaled Nazarene |
