Date: 11/14/2007

Continuation! From MOMY DEARIST

Chorus: drivin a steak ryt thru ur hart, deth is nutn but a form ov art, takn ur breth ryt 4m ur chest putn ur limits2da test.. Ripn out ur ribcage, do u wana taste of bloodrage... Wud u trade ur lyf4my pain, or jus leave me goin. In... SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!! ur in my brain causn me strain, sum1 pls drain my blood away, so i can get u outa my veins, sufocatin ur memory, deletin u 4m my biography. Momy please dnt scream... Jus fade... A......waay..........................................................


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