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Lost, lonely and all alone

is there anything I can call my own?

Cold, Silent and full of dread

Can some show me to my death?

I need to fly, to leave this place

I just need to find my own time and space

Is my soul destined to forever starve?

To live in shadows and wonder in the dark?

Take me death, reach out your hand

Let me grasp it and forever understand.

Friends can leave, loves can be lost

But death will come for you when you need him most.

Daggers in the back, words whispered and spoken

Can it be forgiven or left forever a vengeful token.

To kill is in my blood, hatred running thru my veins.

Why oh why must I feel this pain?

To see their dead bodies lying cold at me feet

My pulse rising, my heart skips a beat.

Death, Destruction and to kill you hypocrites

That is my goal, so here I go to let it rip.