Chemical burns

by dyingxxxalone   Aug 26, 2006


I\'ve made the latest trend.
manufactured how to mend.
i\'ll pour it to my skin.
show no remose when i can burn.
i\'ve had my fun.
now i\'ll get my gun.
i\'ll wait until they\'re gone.
then i\'ll get what i want.
carve passion from the ice.
don\'t worry, i\'ll play nice.
get your gun. gotta get your gun.
this value is my weapon.
it\'s a pansy suicide.
my gun doesn\'t have a trigger.
my gun is made of ice.
ok, i\'ve had my fun.
excuse me while i get my gun...

(if you\'re a chemical burner you\'ll understand this better than most...please don\'t comment that you\'re worried about me...i\'ve stopped for now)

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