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Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain At the ripe age of almost too young to remember I was baptized in the regrets of befriending these insipid ferals That watched me ache when I was prodded with sticks Remember the pop of the cork and the one in the bat that hit my forehead Split open Like the letter you left On my mother's doorstep Showing everyone's a threat They want me dead They'll kill me with loneliness But I was born and bred by the fog to fight back Tooth and nail motherfucker, I'm never going back It was always the plan to end it all at 23 I might still be going out, but not for nothing A statement to prove to all of you I was meant to be a god Even if divided by my muse mental illness and addictions Do it Even if divided by the fact I never fit in I don't want to anymore, you wasted piece of shit I don't respect delusion Manipulation induced confusion I'm sick of all of you Never fit in, you didn't fucking want me to It's for the best, don't want to be like the rest Complacent and weak wherever they lay their heads So fuck the way I feel Count your sheep Count your dead Count the bottles in cradles and mothers who swallow dirt instead Count your sheep Count your dead Count your blessings, 'cause when my time comes they'll all know what you did 2, 3 I'm 23 Make it stop You can't make me, no Things would make more sense With a fucking hole in my head I was born and bred I was born