Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I'll Hurt Tonight
Storm,
Blows doors open in fright.
Get your candles out and
Light the
Paranoia
On fire.
Someone might die tonight,
Better to meet the angel
Of death with open arms,
Than to shudder in fear,
In the corner,
Somewhere,
In a dark room.
I think I'll hurt tonight.
I think I'll feel, while
You have all the fun.
I think I'll carve away
The death that's growing on me,
Inside of me,
And wait for night to
F
a
l
l
Or morning to
B --- r --- e --- a --- k,
Or whatever form of
Destruction
The day takes on to end or begin.
My coma will be short lived.
This I promise with whispers.
I will wake up, days later,
With you explaining it all to me
In
Horrific
Detail.
I prefer dreams to the
Nightmares of reality.
February 16, 2007
Suge
Blows doors open in fright.
Get your candles out and
Light the
Paranoia
On fire.
Someone might die tonight,
Better to meet the angel
Of death with open arms,
Than to shudder in fear,
In the corner,
Somewhere,
In a dark room.
I think I'll hurt tonight.
I think I'll feel, while
You have all the fun.
I think I'll carve away
The death that's growing on me,
Inside of me,
And wait for night to
F
a
l
l
Or morning to
B --- r --- e --- a --- k,
Or whatever form of
Destruction
The day takes on to end or begin.
My coma will be short lived.
This I promise with whispers.
I will wake up, days later,
With you explaining it all to me
In
Horrific
Detail.
I prefer dreams to the
Nightmares of reality.
February 16, 2007
Suge
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I`ll Hurt Tonight
I`ll Hurt Tonight
