Жестокое_Добро, 91 - 23 августа 2007 21:41

Тоска... Мэнсон на сердце скребётся...
Но это состояние создается мной искусственно, допустим чтобы понять друзей, которым сейчас плохо..

The hunger inside given to me, makes me what I am
Always it is calling me, for the blood of man...
They say I cannot be this, I am jaded, hiding from the day.
I can't bare, I cannot tame the hunger in me...

Oh, I say I did and always searching, you can't fuck with me.
So instead you'll taste my pain.
The hunger inside given to me, makes me feel alive.
Always out stalking prey, in the dark I hide.
Feeling, falling, hating, feel like I am fading, hating LIFE!

They say I cannot be this, I am jaded, hiding from the day.
I can't bare, I cannot tame the hunger in me...
Oh, I say I did and always searching, you can't fuck with fate.
So instead you'll taste my pain.

You say your life I'm taking, always bothering me, I can't take this anymore, I'm failing, always smothering me, you look down on me, hey what you see, take this gift from me, you will soon be ME!

Nothing seems exciting, always the same hiding... hiiiddinggg...

It's haunting me. It's haunting me. It's haunting me. It's haunting me.

It's haunting me...

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