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Just a tool

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I'm running through the darkness of your world;
I'm creeping through the winter of your soul;
I'm longing for your answer,
I'm waiting for your call,
But you can't hear the tune of my old song.

I can't ignore the meaning of your words;
I won't forget your brutal noisy chords;
I'm trying to resist you,
Your everlasting whores,
But you've put razor blades into my throat.

I try to make a space you don't possess,
Suppressing everything you unsuppress;
So you don't recognize me
When I'll put on you dress
And then I'll eat your heart out of your chest.

Don't be 
Such a fool,
Why can't you see
All we're
Just a tool
For wanton kills.
Let's find
Another way
To make believe
That mind
Is not a hay
But major chief.

You've never dreamt of happiness at all;
You've never loved and always wanted more.
Destruction's an instruction
For you to carry on
As if nothing had happened here before...

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