Scattered Rage

You tell me I'm a pretty boy
Exhumed as a Christ that day
I see dead worlds in my head
Burning every day
You know I'm a slave
To the words
Hidden in my head
You know that the world
It doesn't mean shit
Coz I'm teen distorted
Shoulda been aborted
Gotta thank my sister
For being the one for my hatred
If it weren't for her delusions
I wouldn't be writing this shit
Now the more she sees me
The more she fears
You say you want to hurt her babe
Well she's already dead
Crucified not resurrected
Like a priest being beaten
I'm unprotected by god
So I'm an undeceiver
I'd crush her in my hand
Raging as I am

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