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I hate when u lie I want you to die just like I did and I still hate myself for what I did but those are the choices I felt wish you were beside me In this hell done lost right and found wrong feel so gone needle in my arm strung out on the stairway to  hell can’t tell how far I fell fucking hell I wished rock bottom would come faster before I knew it was a disaster and late night talks with the pastor here the dead but they’re not nice like Cast-per don’t know it’s all in my head wishing I was dead eat a slow slug in my head but I care to much for them to see me dead  I can’t change the past . But I can mend the glass. Pain is painful reflection of eyes so deep I don’t know how to express it can’t see your troubles affect your progression  that’s what you call the right kind of bottled up aggression 
[Guitar Solo]

[Violin Solo]

rock, hard rock, metal