Something's growing inside you –A result of a violent night
Such a dirty deed of breaking in to you
Gotta get away
From the weight inside my head
It's not murder
I need my life
No murder
It's my life
The cancer keeps spreading- the doctor just said
All those months waiting in bed
The choice of no more pain – was so easily made
How much more do you think
Can a man take?
Gotta get away
There's nothing left for me
It's not murder
Don't have a life
No murder
It's my life
So You think you know what's best for them,
Swallowing their pain- because pages decide it's a sin
Pray on your cruel dogmas
You will face hell when ignored
A nice lesson for those boys of yours
You can't see it clear now
‘cause the choices that you make
Are only based on ancient fucking rules
I wish you saw it clear now
That the practice that you preach
Is nothing but a lie
So You think you know what's best for them,
Swallowing their pain- because pages decide it's a sin
Pray on your cruel dogmas
You will face hell when ignored
A nice lesson for those boys of yours

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