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The Haunted Bullet Hole

: Breaking in and entering, my will is the law. I feel the scent of innocence and I know it's all about to fall. Never repent or change, [x2] never

he got into a wreck first i cried for him and then i cried for me haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be but the rocks with holes are warm in

Your politrix are politi-kill I'll take the bullet to prove that you kill You front the facade of the "righteous man" But the hole in your heart puts

Come and take a look at my mind You will see shit don't work properly on inside Outside is another whole story together Got six bullet holes in the

went unheard Buried in the casket, tucked under the earth For so long, with hopes that no one would get hurt, from this raging retard Riddled with bullet holes

trouble in" Just 300, 368 Just 300, 368 Just 300, 368 Milliliters down Where you come from? Where you at, Jack? Is it the clothes, the bullet holes

three hundred and sixty eight Three hundred, three hundred and sixty eight Millilitres down Where you come from, where you at Jack Is it the clothes, the bullet holes

with cork crumbs Caressed my baby's cheek it died of boredom It's not a clear day until the war is done And I'm no longer haunted by the bullet hole

with all of y'all My name is Blaze, let me introduce you to my chainsaw What it sound like chopping your neck Bullet holes in my chest Like a straight