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love
the thought is a illusion
one more spoon fed thought full of delusion
fuck love, kill the dove

scream your pain
kill the thoughts with TV drain

love is that annoying itch you cant scratch
the believers of this are one more war fodder batch
the commercial controllers have waited for you to hatch
they will only discard you like any other used match

comprehension is needed
for the metamorphosis to be completed

the harsh sting of ridicule
the alcoholic nullification that makes me drool
the embarrassment of making yourself look a fool
the thought of ending life in the pool

why do you hate me
why do you rape me
why debate me
why contemplate me
why do you sedate me
why would you replace me

kill me
fill me
heal me
deal with me
miss me
kiss me
tease me
please me
forget me
don't look back to me

because by the time you do, i'll be gone

i wont stay for a second chance at pain
the fear of going through that again drives me insane

i hate this, i cant take it anymore
cant something nock down the separation door
something besides one more blond whore
that hole thing has become such a bore

i guess i am just right