Wallpaper

You've torn it off,

N you've ripped it off,

Now its blood sport,

So you better run sport. 

My best knifes out,

So I'll cut ur hearts out.

Hang em round my neck,

In a chain of disrespect. 

But you better run fast,

Coz i throw my darts fast.

You've taken my paper away,

N now my demons on display. 

I'll kill each one slow for fun, 

Let lil Tommy see Daddy burn.  

Blowing each one to dust, 

You can try hide if you must. 

You tore my skins wallpaper apart,

Now my essence is cast.

So whats keeping me here,

I got no fucking idea.

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