I hide from the world with my hood pulled low I realize if they can't see my eyes they can't know what lies in my heart what runs through my head lead screaming to manhood the little boy's dead my hands are filthy scarred, blistered, and broken my mind's ruined, sleazy You've had it too easy in this state of grace, my place make peace and annihilate I still believe you gotta die to be great I'm so ugly, to you
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