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I sit here in my cell and the walls are made of stone, I justified your pain but now I sit alone, I write another letter I write one everyday, I never got a letter back I write em anyway, I try to call collect - your number has been changed, Im starin at the light bulb and I start to feel deranged, You never came to visit me I sit facin the glass, No-ones on the other side and now its in the past, My head is always spinnin Im poundin on the wall, I feel like Im forgotten no sign of you at all, You're probably gettin married, you're probably gettin f***ed, Ill break out of this cage and try to cut that muthaf***a up, I curl up in the corner my body will corrode, My teeth are turning into dust, skin is growing mold, Im starin out the window of my eternal doom, I know that you are out there...somewhere underneath the moon. Many, many years, many more to go, does she still remember? God He only knows, I now become a savage, they chain me to a wall, I still can see your body, I still can hear ya call, Im nothin but a maggot, Im locked away and lost, The World that doesnt want me, my dignity is tossed, and to the girl for who I feel this doom, look here... f*** you and the moon! :D |
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And that song always pisses me off :mad: |
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Not a serious juggalo but yea, I like that song just for the lyrics alone. Some of ICP's stuff are downright silly, and some are really good. I prefer Esham and Twiztid over em.
And that song is one of my all-time favs, besides In the End - Linkin Park. |
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Nobody gets to wear Zwoti's pajamas :p |
Good, because really dont want to wear Zwoti's underoos.
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