Divided he stands, inhuman to the core
He lashes away at life ’cause he feels he deserves a little more
Than the ordinary every day caged angels and freaks
Listen in his voice when he speaks
Hear it like the anger in the roar of the thundering storm cloud
But wicked is the weather that continues to rain down upon him
Light watered on him in a bad way and all that that hate is doing to me
And now he sits in (more…)
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