HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
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Beeep
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Beeep
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Beeep
"CLEAR"
HAHA
BEEP
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BEEP
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Beep
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Beep
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When I was 17, I got baptized. But I been running from God ever since.
I cant wash this blood off of my hands, no matter how much I rinse.
I constantly go over to the line to explore pleasure, yet I sin.
I wonder if I'm making my Grandpa frown, or making him grin.
Maybe I shouldnt worry about him. Maybe about God. So I try to repent.
But even if you forgive me God, I will never have my consent.
And it doesnt matter how many songs and albums I present.
Cant let Agony roam about unchecked.
Although I gotta let this blade connect,
Maybe these cuts help me correct.
But all it does it make me reflect.
And he tryna cut down my friends with his knife.
His knife of pain, cant let him ruin her life.
"Please God this one time, 1 line, 1 sign?"
"I wanna die, wanna cry, my whole lifes a lie."
That's what they wanna hear from me.
My demons wont let me live cheerfully.
So I lock myself up, living fearfully.
Agony tryna run my mind with tyranny.
I was so close to you when I was a kid,
So please help me see in this,
Someone show me he exists.
Dying in this table all I see is dark.
Barely a beat left in my heart.
Only one way to know, lemme die in this E R.
My pessimistic vision doesn't let me
see far.
Is this a song or prayer? I dont what these are.
Maybe it's helping you. But to me it's my weak art.
So I now I just sit here and stay silent.
Every time Agony rises, I get voilent.
And than my thoughts riot.
And nothing will be quiet.
And I want that to remain private.
So I fake my smilin'.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
KNOCK KNOCK
*Gasps*
"HES ALIVE!"
"WHAT!"
"CAN YOU TELL US YOUR NAME SIR?"
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Ag-
Adam.
"...ok, take it slow buddy".
