I hope that all you feel now is shame
I hope that you cringe when you hear my name
I hope I forget the things that you’ve done
I hope I learn to live in the sun
I hope that I relearn to have fun
But first I need to go buy a gun
Duct tape, chloroform, sewing kit and knives
Tonight I’ll learn all the ways to take lives
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