Run With The Hunted
exit strategy
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Iâve waited seven long years to say this
And though Iâve already said it a thousand times before
On these pages, and under my breath
I canât afford to dress it up in metaphors another second
I. FUCKING. HATE. YOU.
When wishing death upon you, doesnât come close
To the punishment you deserve
Iâll fantasize justly morbid thoughts
And let this hate boil over
A life if failure should be shame enoughâ¦
Cause you canât change minds with a cross and a gun
And you swore to destroy the very thing that youâve become
If you want to end terror, take a look in the mirror
Stick a knife in your throat, and cut from ear to ear
I. FUCKING. HATE. YOU.