Mixture in my head of past crimes and doings
your the reason for my pain and head screwings
when i die and alls laid to rest
you'll get a glimpse of my struggle and possessed
every night i hear you im stripped of my dignity
degrade me to the level i have no sanity
i wish you'd burn in hell for this sh*t you do to me
eventually you'll want to turn back time and see
the pain you shot at me will in time make me stronger
for this killing make me look deeper and harder
th fact i need is to help those in need of trust
you hate adn loathe me but you to be proud of me one day, i lust
