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hands clenched to fists and foam at the mouth |
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blood's boiling in veins; the beast bares his teeth |
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blood pressure gets high |
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splintering, flittering pictures on my mind |
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agonizeing respiration - confusing thoughts |
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i'm like a bomb - don't light the fuse - you make me sore |
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that's your process of projection |
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something dangerous that is left inside |
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that's your process of projection |
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narrow freedom hurts put the pain outside |
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like a thorn in my flesh you fall from grace |
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with every word you make this bad affair even worse |
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don't stop me now, you light the fuse |
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you made the sore - you reap what you sow |
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i'm like a bomb - you light the fuse - you made me sore |
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i will explode - i'll rip you down |
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the shock wave tears yu into pieces |
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that's your process of projection |
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something dangerous that is left inside |
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that's your process of projection |
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narrow freedom hurts put the pain outside |
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that's your process of projection |
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you reap whay you sow - i rape what you reaped |
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you sow rancid seeds - i grin in my face |
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as i eat what you raped |
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but now you have no control over me |
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you're out my life |
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that's your process of projection |
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something dangerous that is left inside |
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that's your process of projection |
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narrow freedom hurts put the pain outside |
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that's your process of projection |
