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Beaten into the ground
broken beyond all hope
buried in a shallow grave
those words that you said
pounded into my head
and driven through...
my thick skull
Cross you fingers
hope to die
drive your needles
into my eyes
stab me in the back
with your pitchfork tounge
look what you have done
over a cheap fk
another tragic casualty
one more digit
scribed in blood
Cross you fingers
hope to die
drive your needles
into my eyes
pi*s on me
spit on me
s**t on me
doesn't mean a fk to me
sticks and stones
may break my bones
but your words will never hurt me
never hurt me