Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Grab her by the hair, we've got a person to break
You backbreaker.
Let's beat the child
Of her willfulness to live,
See what happens
When she is symptomatic
Of a larger disease created
By society's own flaw.
Cut her open.
I'll get the knife.
I want to see
The color of her soul.
I want to see if it is
Chalky white,
Or cancerous black.
Pallid eyes and
Sinister lips.
I only knew you
From tragedy.
Here's an
Interesting thought,
One even you could
Enjoy.
Let's put her on
The brink of death,
And watch her claw
Her way back to living.
But I know her.
She'll let go
And plummet forever.
November 8, 2006
Suge
Let's beat the child
Of her willfulness to live,
See what happens
When she is symptomatic
Of a larger disease created
By society's own flaw.
Cut her open.
I'll get the knife.
I want to see
The color of her soul.
I want to see if it is
Chalky white,
Or cancerous black.
Pallid eyes and
Sinister lips.
I only knew you
From tragedy.
Here's an
Interesting thought,
One even you could
Enjoy.
Let's put her on
The brink of death,
And watch her claw
Her way back to living.
But I know her.
She'll let go
And plummet forever.
November 8, 2006
Suge
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Grab her by the hair, we`ve got a person to break
Grab her by the hair, we`ve got a person to break
