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Valley of misery

By obscurity

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DON’T GIVE NO REASON FOR I’VE MY OWN SAY NAME THAT SEASON WHEN YOU’RE AGAIN ALONE SO SPEAK TO ME CLEARLY CAN’T MAKE IT ALONE PRETENDING IS EASY WHEN NO ONE KNOWS YOU SO GIVE ME A REASON WHY I’VE COME TO JOIN THE DEAD AND GIVE ME A REASON WHY I’VE COME HOME SO GIVE ME A REASON WHY I’VE COME TO JOIN THE DEAD AND GIVE ME REASON WHY I’VE COME TO THE VALLEY OF MISERY IT’S ONLY SELF HATRED THAT LIVES IN YOUR HEAD IN A WORLD OF HATRED THAT WANTS YOU DEAD NOW OPEN YOUR EYES SEE YOUR ENEMY GOD DAMN SOCIETY AND THE MINORITY WANNA PLAY A GAME WHERE NO ONE WINS TAKE THIS ROLL AND FAKE IT JUST LIKE YOUR FRIENDS HOPE YOU SEE THE TUBE LIGHT AND NOT A FRIEGHT TRAIN FUCK IT I TAKE IT BACK THANKS FOR THE KNIFE IN MY BACK Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 06:23 AM PST   20 • 0 • 1

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