Blood on the floor. Justified, recognize. I want everyone dead. Ritalin, holding it, holding it, losing it. Blood on the dance floor. Force feeding, you're bleeding. A cut as deep as bone. You bet your life you're pacified. Blood on the dance floor. Fuck off, fuck off, your sarcasm can fuck off. Fuck off, fuck off, your cynicism can fuck off. Fuck off, fuck off, all of you can fuck off.


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