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Anger

There he goes

The angry one

Bitter son of a bitch he is

Words like a vipers kiss

 

Yeah I’m the snake

The betrayer

who corrupts

And you can all

point your fingers

But I’ll bite you all

and hope the poison lingers

 

There he goes

The sacrifice

Pitifull bastard he is

Carries us to bliss

 

Yeah I’m your savior

The redeemer

who hates

So you can all

point you finger

and I’ll resolve you all

so the guilt doesn’t linger

 

But you don’t see it do you?

The anger carried

should be yours

and everyone’s

the child of too much disappointment

So go ahead

Resent my resentment

it’s all you can manage.

 




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Publicerad 2008-11-18 00:10



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