"my bullets, my bible"
Hanson

You, goddamn
You, goddamn
You goddamn built illusions in my head
(You lied so bad)

You spread martyrdom
And made hitting Bottom
Look like they meant depth
When you knew they meant Death

MISERY, ANGST
BECOME LABELS TO MAKE
AND YOU STABBED THEM
INTO MY PROTAGONIST'S HEAD

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Aim for me
Target me
45 my freedom
I will be cured
Of my cancer
Remedied with my Remington
As bullets my bible
My Jesus, your jealousy
Remedy with Remington
My bullets, my bible

I had a chance
You broke all my balance
And you made being soulless resemble romance
(You twisted my dance)

You preached non-chalance
As you took away my God
Barred me and emprisoned me
As you took away my ability
To heal ever again

Chorus

Catharsis: I've cried
Now I shall resign
To corporated Op.s
And a well paying desk job?

To whom it may concern,
I am
Too much
Non-domestic
To accept

Well riddle my bible
Let's see...

Chorus