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The path I set out on took a
when the shifted
This is not the life I
What's is done
The is committed
Now the beast has home to roost
He returns blood on his hands
in the trap of meeting
the laws of supply and

My is boiling.

I can't my own skin
Though I can see it
Can't expose all sins
But I can see them down.
There's no escape building tension
The pressure valve has been
A lost plot in constant
A rising storm that's never
You know enough 'til too much
The envelope is
Too far gone now to reverse my course and be

And my blood boiling.

is a labour of hate.
This is how I to survive
The only way I to exist
The road is hard and the is high
But I was for this,
My of hate.