Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Die Queer, Die
Reject turns back on world...
World turns back on reject...
The silence is gray in color,
Pure in sound.
It feels the way death
Should feel, brittle and black.
It locks a curse upon my soul.
I walk around blind
Until I bump into security,
The f(u)cker spits me out
Before chewing me up.
I'm not enough to savor.
I have nothing left to let others savor.
July 30, 2007
Suge
World turns back on reject...
The silence is gray in color,
Pure in sound.
It feels the way death
Should feel, brittle and black.
It locks a curse upon my soul.
I walk around blind
Until I bump into security,
The f(u)cker spits me out
Before chewing me up.
I'm not enough to savor.
I have nothing left to let others savor.
July 30, 2007
Suge
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Die Queer, Die
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